Athol Fugard's "The Train Driver" never pulls into the station.
A sweaty amalgam of Shakespearean plotting, political allegory and hip-hop jam, show is truly exciting at its frequent best.
A bookless world's texts have gone digital and been Wiki-fied.
I Loved Lucy," Lee Tannen's dramatized memoir of his latter-day friendship with Lucille Ball (1911-89), could have been so much more than a pleasant trifle.
Some women sponsored some men exploring the lives of some men in "Some Men" -- all for charity -- Monday night at the Saban Theater in Beverly Hills.
Audaciously co-opts "The Music Man" to serve a serious-minded parable about personal spirituality.
The stars are a pleasure and the production is tastefully mounted, but the material is the problem.
The healing luminosity of the novel's prose is largely absent from Prince Gomolvilas' stage version.
Play has its moments but falls into the usual trap of trying to cover too much ground.
A metatheatrical colonial critique inspired by "People's History of the United States."