Olga, Masha and Irina, with Natasha close behind, have fled the pages of Chekov, waited awhile in Beckett, and finally found a home in Deborah Zoe Laufer's wonderfully funny The Three Sisters of Weehawken
Take a second mortgage on the dog, whatever you have to do, to get tickets to Million Dollar Quartet.
Not a happy piece, but MUD is mesmerizing.
Robert Askins' brilliant play, HAND TO GOD.
She's back, The Seducer of the Sixties, infamous in song and film.
Hip Hop Rap the Bard.
City Theatre's Summer Shorts Sing
From the first punch to the last arms raised high in victory, THE ROYALE is a seventy minute thriller.
Living up to its reputation for Theatre La Quirke, Nicole Stodard's Thinking Cap is currently running Will Eno's THE REALISTIC JONESES
A Poet is a Loathsome Thing.
I know what you're thinking.
The really nice thing is that this is the first world premiere I've seen in a long time that doesn't need editing.
So now it's all here again on the big stage at Actors' Playhouse.
In case you still haven't guessed, IT'S ONLY A PLAY, Terrence McNally's two hour love affair with Broadway and its critics, is funny.
These babes would stop a 747 in full flight at thirty-five thousand feet.
There's an extraordinary, unsettling play right now at Area Stage, permeating the theatre with the aura of unforgivable sin.
You know that the grass is always greener, that the jealousy dragon has bright green eyes, that you can't go home again, that your generation is the only one that got it right, don't you? Of course you do.
A Delightful Scrooge Brings Christmas to Actors' Playhouse
"It's Personal.
It's Camp, My Dear, When Earnest Goes Disco
