Director Alexander Burns’ sometimes imaginative rethinking cannot redeem Lionel Bart’s awful musical.

Singing doesn’t get better than this.

This glossy but glib production is enjoyable but adds little of substance to Ibsen’s original.

The restaurant setting has a sense of authenticity; the action in it, not so much.

This frantic, antic production doesn’t illuminate Anne Washburn’s poignant satire.

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Both play and production are honorable but flawed, though signs are positive for the Philadelphia Theatre Company.

Curio’s homerun production breathes new life into a turgid melodrama.

Dominique Morisseau’s meaty, thought-provoking play gets a terrific production at McCarter.

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This tale of terminally unpopular British teenagers feels like a 22-minute sitcom stretched to two hours.

Inis Nua’s Scottish import teeters between grim uncertainty and twinkly charm.

There’s little here about love, but the show suggests that obsession lasts forever.