Since the entire weight of the play hangs on his character, a better busker might have earned more sympathy for the poor guy.
There's nothing funnier than collegiate humor in the hands of a clever satirist like Simon Gray.
Sad to say, "My Children! My Africa!" doesn't feel the least bit dated in Signature's stirring revival production helmed by Ruben Santiago-Hudson.
"Title and Deed," an existential rumination on home and the absence of home, is choice Eno -- pensive, lyrical, deeply funny and profoundly sad.
Calling it "Funny Old Jews Telling Hilarious Old Jokes" would give auds a better idea of the joy that's in store for them.
With the precious exception of literati like Oscar Wilde and his beloved Bosie, quarreling lovers are never as articulate and entertaining as they are in "Cock," Mike Bartlett's provocatively titled…
Paul Weitz, who shot to fame with "American Pie," has a thing for compulsive overachievers who flame out on the pyre of their own ambitions.
In the mouths of his working-class characters, David Rabe's muscular language gives poignant voice to the last generation that came of age during the Kennedy years.
Veteran helmer John Tillinger brings it in with an A-list design team and a cast that knows how to negotiate the sublimely silly conventions of classic farce.
Supported by a solid cast, John Lithgow finds the humanity in this irascible, obsessive and quite unlikable demigod.
There are people who would walk over hot coals to see Linda Lavin tear into a meaty role.