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Scott Brown

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Rodgers + Hammerstein's Cinderella

Rodgers & Hammerstein's (and Beane's and Brokaw's) Cinderella is as solidly entertaining a commercial proposition as they come, featuring one of Broadway's finest ensembles and what might be its couple of the year.

The Road to Mecca
The Road to Mecca

Vulture · Jan 17, 2012

43

Everyone and everything feels too far apart in this Mecca; actors can’t seem to get a firm grip on one another and nothing ever feels the least bit urgent.

Godspell
Godspell

Vulture · Nov 7, 2011

66

One could accuse this Godspell, with its slightly corporatized sleekness and unmistakable sense of salesmanship, of undermining the show’s homespun garage-rock charm.

Follies
Follies

Vulture · Sep 12, 2011

86

Follies is the disease and the cure in one package: I’d advise you to catch it.

Baby It's You!
Baby It's You!

Vulture · Apr 28, 2011

24

There’s a remarkable story here, but you’d be forgiven for missing it: The writers certainly have.

Wonderland
Wonderland

Vulture · Apr 18, 2011

11

Turgid with its own emptiness, this unctuously charmless show is proof that nothing from nothing somehow equals less than nothing.

The Book of Mormon
91

It's an often uproarious, spiritually up-tempo satire not just of Mormonism, and not just religion in general, but of (no kidding) Occidental civilization itself, in all its well-intentioned, self-mythologizing, autoerotically entitled glory.

Arcadia
Arcadia

Vulture · Mar 17, 2011

78

Seldom has a more romantic finale been more rationally, stealthily staged–the impact sneaks up on you.

Elling
Elling

Vulture · Nov 21, 2010

82

Elling has just enough edge to keep itself from falling into a sugar coma; the story’s already mild politics have been muted to a murmur in this adaptation.

A Free Man of Color
69

That’s A Free Man of Color: It’s not a map, or even an atlas, but a huge, misshapen, distracted globe, one that even a theatrical Tamburlaine like Guare can’t quite figure out how to bestride.

The Scottsboro Boys
88

The talent onstage is so lavish it overwhelms our comfortable pieties with pure showmanship, conjuring your applause in waves, then quietly placing an asterisk after each bravura number: Did I just clap for … a shuck-and-jive?

Private Lives

Gross is the evening's highlight, with his flawless lacquer of disdain broken only by eruptions of mania.

Private Lives

Gross is the evening's highlight, with his flawless lacquer of disdain broken only by eruptions of mania.

Private Lives

Gross is the evening's highlight, with his flawless lacquer of disdain broken only by eruptions of mania.

The Other Place

Metcalf supplies the gravitation that holds it all together, even as her immense centrifugal energy is, simultaneously, working to fling it all apart.

The Pitmen Painters

It’s uncynical and forthright, like its subjects, and when Hall finally gets into the sticky question of exploitation—are the pitmen truly artists?