Flora and Son, a satisfying demimusical from the writer and director John Carney (Once, Sing Street), is his saltiest ode to creative expression and, peculiarly, his most relatable, our critic writes.
The organization of Barkley L. Hendricks: Portraits at the Frick is full of deliberate, delightful decisions, and the artist's rich treatment of color shines through the show, our critic writes.
In its move to Broadway, Melissa Etheridge: My Window part rock concert, part memoir has gained a striking intimacy, as if Etheridge had shrunk an arena to fit in the palm of her hand, our critic writes.
The whole concept is a little bit mazelike, being sort of trapped inside a structure of worlds within worlds, the video game designer Jeppe Carlsen says of Cocoon, his latest work, which is full of orbs, puzzles and possibilities.
With Sophie Sucks Face, Sophie Zucker has created a musical monologue about hooking up with a distant cousin during her grandfather's shiva. The show, at the Bell House in Brooklyn on Sunday night, is just one of our picks for entertainment in and around New York City.
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