It's always a joy to watch other people's marriages crash and burn.
The tension built up on stage is too confined for comfort.
Sam Shepard's play turns on the dolefully funny but emotionally arid ruminations of two old coots.
David Ives and Walter Bobbie take all the fun out of sexual power games by talking them to death.
It's easy to see why Ensemble Studio Theater put its chips on "Princes of Waco."
For signs of intelligent life in the theatrical universe, I hereby refer you to "Smudge."
Hilariously refracted through the shaky memories of company members.
Thin gruel for more refined theatrical palates.
Having the wit to resurrect a gem like "So Help Me God!" does not guarantee a successful revival.
The modern-day love story of a rock musician and the dead woman he makes his muse.
It was brave of Rebecca Gilman to return to the original source material for this stunning stage treatment.