Athol Fugard's new play, "The Train Driver," takes place in the "new" South Africa of the present day, in a desolate graveyard where the ghosts of apartheid past won't stay buried.
Scribe Sam Shepard has written a not-so-fierce play about a mother and her unhappy brood of daughters.
Primary Stages continues its Foote Family Reunionscheduling with "Harrison, TX," three one-act plays by the late, great patriarch, Horton Foote.
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"Bullet for Adolf," a make-it-up-as-you-go-along comedy by first-time scribes Woody Harrelson (yes, that Woody Harrelson) and Frankie Hyman, is a hot mess.
What's this -- a new play with an actual brain in its head? How positively retro of Second Stage, which bagged this endangered specimen for the second slot in its summer Uptown Festival, a…
A surreal comedy about a young guy living the swinging straight life in Santa Monica, but working up the courage to declare his love for his best friend.
From the minute that Lily Rabe stepped onto the stage of the Delacorte as Portia, in helmer Daniel Sullivan's wonderful 2010 production of "The Merchant of Venice," we all had visions of her as…
"Slowgirl," the haunting two-hander by Greg Pierce that fits so snugly into this exceptionally beautiful and well-equipped space, watches a friendship grow between a troubled teen and her ascetic…
The celebrated war correspondent Martha Gellhorn was so blase about "Love Goes to Press," the wartime "play a clef" she and fellow reporter Virginia Cowles dashed off for fun, she didn't even keep a…
After 35 years of anchoring the downtown theater scene, Soho Rep is still living up to its mandate of producing bold work by brave pioneers.
Jim Parsons aims to charm the pants off us by giving Elwood P. Dowd an air of sweet serenity, but the vacancy behind his bland facial expressions has a chilling effect.