Sarah Ruhl does Jesus, Sheila Callaghan runs off to Greece
In New York theater today, what's not imported is what's underrated
Lear deBessonet dives into religious delirium
Vomit, brutality, and a revolution revival
Berger's latest play is buried alive in its own whimsy
Has Richard Foreman abandoned the stage for film? Only a donkey would assume so.
Lights out!: Macabre tales that keep audiences in the dark
A kinder, gentler image theater sings a requiem for the barely surviving heart of the world
New York theater's philosopher king goes to the movies
Imagery is everything, so shouldn't Richard Foreman really be running the country?
Wicked wordsmith Anne Washburn rouses campfire chills
Who's the Villain? Whos the Saint?
Like It or Not, It's Theater, Pure and Simple
He Stoops to Conquer