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Neil LaBute makes sense of human darkness at the Mosaic Theatre.
Looking for saving grace in Eugene O'Neill's A Moon for the Misbegotten at Palm Beach Dramaworks
Racial tension, above and below the surface, in Neil LaBute's Lakeview Terrace
Neil LaBute's better angels step into a parched landscape of unredeemable ugliness
Neil LaBute's Fat Pig is a pointless provocation
Oleanna and Fabulation are two very different plays about power chicks.
If We Are Women is an entertaining culture-clash coffee klatch for everybody. Honest.
The Palm Beach Film Festival asks for only a week of your time
Eric Byler's debut feature starts off well but gets hazy as it proceeds
City Theatre's energetically varied program of shorts marks the changing of the seasons
Hollywood Playhouse: six playlets in search of a theme
This time, it's the woman who manipulates the man in Neil LaBute's The Shape of Things
Neil LaBute once again looks at the shape of ugly things in a funny way
LaBute deprives viewers of the passion of Byatt's books
Our critic skips across the pond for a preview of shows likely to swing through South Florida soon
Storytelling continues Solondz's bluster of sex, rage, and insanity
He steals Ali, but will Hollywood give Jamie Foxx a shot at the title?
In the tiny space that is Juggerknot, some powerful stuff gets thrown your way
Iphigenia in Orem
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Reneé Zellweger and Morgan Freeman stalk their dreams in Nurse Betty