The first thing you hear at “A Ghost in Your Ear” is a warning. A voice—soft, unsettling, closer than it has any right to be—informs you that what follows is a horror story, that you may remove your headphones or leave if you can’t take it, and that if you do leave, you won’t be allowed back in. “You have been warned.” I spent the next ninety minutes waiting to be frightened. I wasn’t.
Jeffrey Scharf’s Copperfield! is that rare theatrical experience that reminds you why live performance matters. This astonishing musical adaptation of Charles Dickens’s semi-autobiographical novel doesn’t just tell the story—it pulls you into the 19th-century world with an accomplished cast who act, sing, and play musical instruments at the highest level of creativity.
The Vivian Beaumont Theater at Lincoln Center has been transformed into a pressure cooker of military justice and moral decay in the new stage adaptation of Aaron Sorkin’s film A Few Good Men. This production is a riveting, brutal examination of the clash between blind obedience and moral responsibility.
The acting in Jon Robin Baitz’s dark comic play is superb. The script, regrettably, is not. It’s a high-level sitcom-soap opera where the setups don’t make sense. We are in the elegant Palm Springs home of Polly (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) and Lyman Wyeth (Ed Harris). A beige brick wall at the back is covered with paintings, a long couch sits in front, the floor holds statues and vases, to the side a fireplace burns logs, and palm trees show through high windows. A home of the monied class.
NYC Halloween Parade 2026 was about imagination, national cultures, political commentary, performance and the lady behind it all.
Nov 2, 2026 – The Council on Foreign Relations today featured Daron Acemoglu, author “What Happened to Liberal Democracy?” A terrific subject. Not what you ever hear at the Council which is largely what the corporates, the oligarchy and the Deep State promote. I expected comments about corporate and big money control of politics. He made some remarks about workers not getting fair share, takes on workers higher than on capital, but Council members, who don’t care a fig about workers, asked about AI.
This classic Molière play about medicine in the 17th century gets a smashing makeover from Bill Irwin, the best theatrical clown in American stage and screen since Charlie Chaplin. The French playwright blended farce with satire, comedy-ballet, and even darker meditations on mortality. There was physical comedy, slapstick, disguises, and scatological jokes.
The Imaginary Invalid, opened in Paris in 1673 and was the final play written by the famous French satirist 250 years ago.
The Mabel Mercer Foundation’s annual Cabaret Convention is always a highlight of the fall season, Under the artistic direction of KT Sullivan, the event honored the legacy of Mabel Mercer, the British-born singer-storyteller who became the toast of New York café society. Mercer’s approach—intimate, narrative-driven, emotionally transparent—was evident throughout the proceedings, even when the material strayed far from her own songbook.
In the annals of theater history, countless brilliant works are lost to time, silenced by the very conventions they sought to challenge. Thankfully, the Mint Theater Company has made a mission of resurrecting these forgotten treasures. Their latest production, Cicely Hamilton’s “Phyl,” is a dazzling example—a play so sharp, so witty, and so surprisingly modern that its 1913 ban at Oxford University feels less like a historical footnote and more like a badge of honor.
When a stage adaptation of “Paranormal” Activity by Levi Halloway opens with a man video-calling his mother in Boca Raton, you’d be forgiven for wondering if you’d wandered into a sitcom taping instead of a horror play. Based on the found-footage film franchise — though “based on” is generous — this two-story set (living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and a tellingly empty nursery) houses something far less frightening than the title promises. (Director is Felix Barrett)
As I watched this play by Jenny Lyn Bader about the arrest in Nazi Germany of Hannah Arendt, my first question as a journalist was “Is this story true? And did Arendt write about it?”
In the play, admittedly fascinating, Arendt (Ella Kaille) has been arrested on suspicion of collecting German media articles for a Zionist operation to share examples of anti-Semitism with people abroad. She insists she is a philosopher reading historical books, that someone must have left some articles in the “machine” she was using.
Sept 25, 2026 – The most bizarre comment of Polish Foreign Minister Radoslaw Sikorski at the Council on Foreign Relations yesterday was his comment about the Ukrainian Nazi who organized massacres of tens of thousands of Poles during WWII and who has been praised as a hero by Ukraine. He called him “flawed.” FLAWED?? But look, if you are a Russophobe promoting Ukraine you can’t say bad things about a Nazi who slaughtered your countrymen, can you?
This play by prominent feminist playwright, the late Wendy Wasserstein, was presented on Broadway in 1997. It got mixed reviews then. It’s been rewritten. But looking at the old reviews, it appears flawed from the start. It is a soap opera, but even some melodramas may be convincing. This one is not. Its characters are caricatures and its plot is full of holes.
The stuff of this play is over 40 years old, perhaps an avatar of what became a staple of a certain dark corner of the entertainment industry, vulgar sex-themed comedy. This is why I don’t go to comedy clubs. Boring silly stuff, lots of crude jokes. Most aimed at 13-year-old boys or people of that mental age. This show is on stage because Whoopi Goldberg is now famous, but she didn’t get there because of what she wrote in 1984.
Can Marilyn Maye sing the blues? You’ve never heard anything like it! This past weekend at Don’t Tell Mama, the brilliant cabaret singer took a detour from the traditional American Songbook and dove headfirst into the gospel-tinged grit of “Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News,” the showstopper from The Wiz, music and lyrics by Charles Emanuel Smalls. And the lady didn’t just sing it—she sermonized it.
Pilobolus’ “Trips” is surreal, fantastical, sometimes jokey, and more movement and acrobatics than what one is used to in modern dance.
“Pseudopodia” my favorite, a fiery red tumbleweed choreographed by Jonathan Wolken and performed by Hannah Klinkman. She twirls and somersaults, her body glows, it indeed seems like a tumbleweed, ethereal, charming.
There are moments when history doesn’t just surround you—it carries you with it. On July 7, 2026, I will experience exactly that when I step aboard the Schooner America 2.0 for a narrated harbor cruise through what organizers are calling the largest maritime spectacle in American history.
The story of the New York State “justice” authorities prosecution of Lenny Bruce in 1964 would be surreal if it weren’t for the fact that the iniquity of the officials who attacked him and the courage of his defenders continues apace, most obviously the attack on the free speech of critics of Israel.
May 17, 2026 – New York City’s annual Dance Parade is a gorgeous testament to the colorful diversity and talent of its citizens, with 10,000 people marching and dancing down a route from Sixth Avenue and 17th Street to Tompkins Square Park in groups that largely display ethnic dances and costumes and the joyous talents of school kids. Yes, a lot of people do rock and pop dancing but they don’t have groups that march in parades! Here’s a day for people to show off their ethnic heritages.
May 15, 2026 – At a recent Council on Foreign Relations meeting on U.S. foreign policy, Rahm Emanuel, on the long list for the Democratic nomination for president, didn’t mention Gaza, the only international issue that galvanizes Democratic voters, except to say the Trump-Netanyahu strategy didn’t work: “You unilaterally acted in Lebanon and in Gaza, and you got Hezbollah and Hamas.”
The lights rise on a high gray space, nondescript and suffocating. Pillars with chipped tiles flank the stage. Metal furniture doubles as kitchen table, office chair, restaurant booth. Then headlights cut through the dark—a burgundy Studebaker pulling into a garage. The year is 1949. When I first saw this powerful play, I thought it was a critique of capitalism, which has been a theme of Arthur Miller. In Joe Mantello’s riveting production it seems to be more about the delusion of those who believe in capitalism.
“Mexodus,” written and performed by Brian Quijada and Nygel D. Robinson, is an historical musical that feels urgent, inventive, and moving. Directed with clarity by David Mendizábal and performed with raw conviction by its two actor-musicians, this off-Broadway production reclaims a forgotten chapter of American history — the thousands of enslaved people who escaped not north, but south to Mexico, where slavery had been abolished.
There’s a moment in “Cable Street” when the mounted police charge and the protesters scatter marbles and broken glass across the cobblestones. It’s the kind of theatrical image that is part history lesson, part battle cry, and entirely electrifying.
August Wilson’s “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone” arrives with the smoky weight of Pittsburgh’s steel mills looming in the backdrop—three-story houses and chimneys belching industry. It is 1911, barely fifty years after the abolition of slavery, and Wilson plants us squarely on the border between legal freedom and lived captivity. This is a haunting allegory about black Americans who came north in the decades after emancipation, carrying chains white people could not see.
There’s a moment late in the second act of “KENREX” when the lights flash, the sound crashes, and Jack Holden becomes, for the thirty-fifth time, someone else entirely. By then, you’ve stopped counting. You’ve stopped wondering how one actor does it. You’re just gripping your armrest, watching a small town finally do what the law wouldn’t. This isn’t just good theater—it’s essential, electrifying storytelling.
