Author Gillian Russo

Mid-show, a woman tenderly sings “Fly Me to the Moon” to her newborn child as a lullaby, rocking him gently in her arms and looking at him like nothin...

Two players, both alike in stubborn pride, On fair Lafayette Street, where we lay our scene, Stir, through Shakespeare, emotions they in vain hide ...

The whole thing is just off-kilter from the start, but that’s the point. There’s the stark white room where objects appear only as they’re mentione...

An organ is like a fruitcake. It can be “regifted.” (You know, organ donation.) Pardon my flippancy. In my defense, that analogy is Georgette Kelly...

There is no scene in Ashes when the tension breaks. Every part of this show is fraught with it, akin to the eerie silence before the killer in a slash...

Twenty-two years after the car crash in Paris that shook the world, the people’s princess is still alive and well at the Ailey Citigroup Theater. D...

The atmosphere in Symphony Space on February 2 was like that of a school concert, where the audience is filled with friends and family proudly watchin...

There is a poster on the wall in the back of the theater which reads, “1969: The Year of the Black Panther,” in reference to the Black Panther politic...

One fateful Halloween night, in an idyllic little living room like something out of a sitcom, all is not as it seems. This sounds like the beginnin...