My blue ‘Evan’ My blue ‘Evan’

No uneasy stock market or rickety roller coaster has generated more stomach-churning highs and lows than the musical Dear Evan Hansen.

Everything new is old again Everything new is old again

I see in Kimberly Akimbo an audacious idea, once unthinkable territory for a musical, which is realized through a highly imaginative and often unpredictable use of song and especially open-ended ensemble writing.

It ain’t easy being tween It ain’t easy being tween

The purview of so much gay theater still focuses squarely on trauma—consider the recent Tony sweep of The Inheritance—that the story of a queeny pre-teen who loves Diana Ross and lives out loud unapologetically seemed like a welcome tonic.

Hate-watch Hate-watch

I can’t imagine anyone watching this two-hour schlockfest at home and then dropping $150 for the privilege to see it again, masked and in an uncomfortable chair.

Sophisticated Hades Sophisticated Hades

The sexiest moment on Broadway this season features a 73-year-old man and a single button.

The damned don’t cry The damned don’t cry

Michael Mayer‘s production of La traviata at the Met is so timid, so devoid of insight, so cynically pandering and gaudy that I hardly feel like it even matters what I think of the performances of the current cast.

Very warm for mayonnaise Very warm for mayonnaise

The career of our beloved Renée Fleming deserves to continue… by whatever means necessary.