In the realm of modern musical theater, Krista Weaver’s "Monster Love" emerges as a captivating revelation that, even in its unfinished state, showcases the potential for innovation, emotion, and the delicate dance between comedy and tragedy. This isn’t merely a musical; it’s a tapestry of intricate emotions, with lyrics and melodies that linger long after the curtain falls. Set against the backdrop of idealistic aspirations for Broadway’s future, "Monster Love" demonstrates the profound impact of blending the humorous and the heart-wrenching. Act One, Scene One: A Magical Beginning The journey begins in an enchanting forest, enveloped in moonlight, where the unique character

Grief certainly makes for good drama: Unpredictable, unreliable and messy, it can be a great basis for an emotionally intense play. Unfortunately, in Grief Camp, the new play written by Eliya Smith in her off-Broadway debut running through May 11 at the Atlantic Theater Company, grief is less dramatic than it is befuddling. The play appears to follow a group of kids and young adults who have gathered at a camp in aptly named Hurt, Virginia, to attend the titular camp and mourn their losses together. The kids grieve in different ways: One is writing a solo play that becomes increasingly

The cavernous Vivian Beaumont theater at Lincoln Center is a surprisingly brilliant choice for staging the Broadway premiere of Floyd Collins, Tina Landau and Adam Guettel’s 1994 musical about a man trapped in a tunnel dozens of feet underground. While the stage itself is massive, Landau’s intelligent staging, dots’ effective sets and Scott Zielinski’s haunting lighting create a sense of claustrophobia that only grows as the show goes on. Based on the true story of one of America’s first media circuses, the musical follows the titular Floyd, a working-class man who, in 1925, set out to find a subterranean cave that

Caryl Churchill is famous—or perhaps infamous—for taking bold leaps in her plays and circumventing both theatrical conventions and audience expectations, leveraging both fantasy and surrealism to comment on the world as it is and as it could be. A series of her one-act-plays, now running at the Public Theater through May 11, is an excellent sampler of her unique style—but unfortunately, Glass. Kill. What If If Only. Imp is uneven in balancing that style with substance. The first act is the first three plays, with the much longer one, Imp, making up act two of the evening. Glass follows several inanimate