The signs say come out. Not come one, come all — come out. The audience doesn't applaud so much as erupt. It only gets better from there.

The line for the women's bathroom at intermission wasn't moving because people needed to use the bathroom. It was because nobody could stop talking about Max Garrett.

What stays with you walking out isn't the antisemitism itself, or even Lithgow's ferocity. It's the pointlessness of it. Here is a man of genuine genius — an imagination that gave generations of children the best years…

Daniel Radcliffe is warm, funny, and completely charming in Every Brilliant Thing on Broadway. But does the show go deep enough? A review from opening night.