162 stories by "Rex Reed"
Isabelle Huppert's theatrics are quite a display, but you'll go away from 'The Mother' baffled and exhausted.
'The Cake' is easy on the eyes and charming to the ears, but it doesn't provide much nutrition to take home.
Looking back at a catastrophic year, 2019 has got to be better.
This is the first time I have not been moved to tears by 'To Kill a Mockingbird,' but that's my can and I'll carry it.
Much of the antiseptic dilution is the fault of Ivo van Hove, a dour Belgian director.
'Downstairs' doesn't add up to much, but what's there is suspenseful.
Strip away the ropes, cables, wires and pulleys, and what you've got is a brain-damaged story about a boy, a girl, and a monkey. The monkey is the only thing you'll remember.
'American Son' turns over the rocks in the political climate to reveal Democracy-challenging toxins you might not have even considered before.
'The Waverly Gallery' lacks force because as Gladys' mental state disintegrates, her exchanges grow from amusing to confusing.
The play is ultimately about a woman who established her independence before it was fashionable.
I've never seen anything from A.R. Gurney as superficial and unfocused as 'Final Follies'
There's no song lyric so bad it can't be improved by screaming it into cacophonous incoherence.
It opened in 1965 as a disappointment, had a movie that flopped and has not aged well, but even so 'On a Clear Day You Can See Forever' is worth revisiting.
His problem (and my one caveat) is that he doesn't know when to stop writing.
It's embarrassing to watch two distinguished artists playing meatheads beyond their prime, stripping down to their underwear and dancing in semi-nude pulchritude around a barbecue grill.
'The most famous woman you've never heard of.'
Nothing shocks anyone anymore, but 'The Boys in the Band' still resonates with a sound of fury Faulkner never dreamed of.
'Peace for Mary Frances' is so beautifully written that it is impossible to believe it's the playwright's first play.
A new production of 'My Fair Lady' delivers a different ending that is not exactly disastrous, but decidedly disappointing.
Overlook this musical at your own peril.
Tina Fey proves she is not above trashing her talent to make money.
Glenda Jackson returns to Broadway"alongside Alison Pill and Laurie Metcalf"to star in Edward Albee's 'Three Tall Women,' the writer's vengeful depiction of the woman who raised him.
At one point, Ed Harris plays the tuba while everyone sings "Carolina in the Morning." I wish I could tell you it was for a reason.
It took seven decades to get Hayley Mills to the New York stage, let's hope she returns"in a vehicle more rewarding and less forgettable than 'Party Face.'
You'll marvel at the tsunami of words John Lithgow has managed to memorize, wondering how he masters the feat off making them sound fresh eight times a week.
