Windows are so filthy, only shadows show beyond. Everything inside is concealed by dirty drop cloths. There’s an old shopping cart piled high with – what? Only a desk lamp, some children’s chairs and diminutive table remain uncovered. Paper [...]
I entered the Ethel Barrymore Theatre with trepidation. Neither a lay student of Russian history nor especially politically savvy, the thought of a lengthy play about the rise of Vladimir Putin elicited no positive expectancy. I was mistaken. The [...]