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The king that rules the magical, ludicrous, kingdom of The Figs is quite actually addicted to figs, mah lord. His more publicly well-received daughter is in love with an inn-keeper in a sort of star-crossed lovers situation. A set of friends - human and swan - are on a journey thrown into existence by the royal family's insanity. All the while, our wily and multiple identity-sporting storyteller keeps us on a track that feels like the Shrek universe on an acid trip. But really, this is a story of kindness and what we'll sacrifice for love. Sometimes stories exist just for the sake of telling stories!

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Lighting equipment from PRG Lighting, sound equipment from Sound Associates, rehearsed at The Public Theater’s Rehearsal Studios. Developed as part of Irons in the Fire at Fault Line Theatre in New York City.

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New Play by Eliya Smith DAD DON'T READ THIS Comes to St. Luke's Theatre Starring Amalia Yoo
Emily Wyrwa
March 14, 2026

Get your PJs — it’s time for a slumber party! Eliya Smith, the playwright best known for her Off-Broadway debut Grief Camp, will return to the New York City stage with her new play Dad Don’t Read This at St. Luke’s Theatre this May. The play, which will star Amalia Yoo, Renee-Nicole Powell, Sophie Rossman, and Katya Thomas, will play a strictly limited engagement from May 4 to 24, with an official opening set for May 11.

The play is set in Central Ohio, where four girls meet weekly for a sleepover. They talk all night, play The Sims, and attempt to get drunk. It’s a play about the people you know before you know anything.  

“I love the potency of emotion in young people — the stakes of everything are so high, and feelings come easily and powerfully,” playwright Smith said in a statement. “Dad Don’t Read This is my love letter to adolescence and to teenage friendship and also an attempt to document how excruciating it is to be only partially a person.”


The creative team for Dad Don’t Read This includes scenic and props designer by Forest Entsminger, costume designer Dante Gonzalez, lighting designer Abigail Sage, sound designer Mitchell Polonsky, choreographer Lena Engelstein, production stage manager Mya Piccione, and assistant stage manager Madeline Riddick-Seals. The play will be directed by Chloe Claudel. 

Dad Don’t Read This plays at St. Luke’s Theatre on West 46th Street in New York City from May 4 to 24. For tickets and more information, visit here

Michelle Collins Really Wants You To Know Who She Is
Kobi Kassal
March 14, 2026

As a devoted fan of comedian Michelle Collins for years and years, I am thrilled to report she's in top form. Back in New York for her new show: Wait Why Don’t I Know You, I caught up with Collins recently to chat all things growing up in Florida, her new podcast with BritBox, and her love of Joe’s Pub. Our conversation has been edited for clarity and length.  

So talk to me about this new set. As a fellow South Floridian, I love that you go deep into your roots. How did this come to be?

I've been doing standup for a long time and I really love it. It's probably where I am my most authentic self, I would say--in front of people, the immediate feedback. I've been doing it a long time, but I haven't had that big special yet. And when I went on tour with the cast of Queer Eye last year, you know, I opened for them and then I moderated and, not to sound cocky, but afterwards all these people would come up to me and be like, wait, why don't I know you? And I was like, well, I don't know. You know, what do you say to that? It's a compliment and it's obviously meant in such a nice way, but it's like, well, I guess because I haven't been as lucky as some other people. So, that kind of gave me the idea for the title of the show. And then I went home to Miami and found all these childhood pictures. And as an FBC, Formerly Bullied Child, I wanted to figure out why I'm a comedian, who I was, who I am now and have it be used as an opportunity to be funny and random.

You are obviously no stranger to talking about your family during your shows, but I’m curious what is was like revisiting and finding all of these old photos and diving into that?

It was actually a bit painful and I think it brought up some really weird feelings about my childhood and also how I looked when I was growing up because I was so deeply insecure. Then I looked at the pictures and I was like, oh, you should have been, look at you: you looked like a mess. Of course you were insecure, you know? It was really hard actually seeing photos of myself when I had short hair in the sixth grade. That was a nightmare in many respects. Also, being overweight and being tall and having to navigate that as a woman who was in high school. It was difficult. But it was funny because my mom was like, oh, well, which pictures are you taking from us? Which pictures are using? And I didn't want to tell her because I was just like, no, let me do this. I'm going through this journey. Like, no. It was harder than I thought. But then, on stage, I turn it into something positive.

Let's talk about Joe's Pub for a minute. Why is it such a special place for you?

I have a serious love for that venue. It's the most glamorous, fun, cozy, chic, delicious drinks, delicious food, the best employees, the people who work there are so unbelievably amazing and nice. I always feel very safe when I go to Joe's Pub. It just has a good energy. I've performed in places that don't have a good energy and you do feel that. Places that are either too big, the room is too long, all these other things. Joe's Pub is just magical in every way. I love singing there. I love having my slides up behind me and also being able to communicate with the audience who sits essentially, you know, two inches away from my crotch. They're fabulous and I just adore it.

I want to talk about BritBox for a minute and how this all came together. Talk to me about how excited you are for this new moment right now.

Well, here's the thing. I have always been trying to figure out a way to infiltrate England. It's been top of my list genuinely since birth. And I can't believe I finally, kind of, did it with this podcast. I have been the biggest Anglophile my entire life. I love the English. I spend so much time in London. I love their comedy, their drama, their sensibilities, everything about that country, genuinely, I connect with. Edith Bowman, who's my co-host, she's really well known in England as a presenter. Every English friend of mine adores her. She is just the funniest, loveliest, petite Scottish woman. We really clicked from the get-go. You know, it doesn't always happen that way. Sometimes chemistry can feel forced with people. Not with her. I just adore her and I'm so happy that we click the way we do. It's been really fun. We've had incredible guests on so far. The English are just inherently funny. We've yet to have someone who doesn't have a great sense of humor. They're always down to self-deprecate and have a good time and I'm over the moon about it.

I want to talk about Broadway for a minute. What is your dream Broadway role and how can I make it happen?

My dream...I have a couple. You know, I have a deep singing voice. So, I have to be realistic about this. I would love to be the plant in Little Shop. I think I'd crush as Audrey II. Honestly, you know how much I love Les Miserables. And I really think that they need to do a gender swapped, Tilda Swinton version of Les Mis, where I am ideally Javert. I think his songs are more in my wheelhouse. And I think I'd look better with like a low pony, double-breasted situation. I think physically I've got what it takes to be Javert.

While you're in town, are you gonna catch any shows?

I'm dying to see Death Becomes Her. Haven't gotten the chance. I've seen Oh, Mary! twice: once here with Cole [Escola], once in London with Mason Alexander Park, but Maya Rudolph is one of the great goddesses of my life, so I would die to see that.

Michelle, I can’t wait. 

Even if you don't know who I am, you will laugh. I feel like there's something for everybody in the show at some point. And I know that's true because there are women who bring their husbands, who have no clue who I am, and they always have a good time.

Daniel Radcliffe Crowd-Sources Community in EVERY BRILLIANT THING — Review
Juan A. Ramirez
March 13, 2026

On paper, a one-person show about writing down life’s little joys (ice cream!) on Post-its and nurturing our feelings – with audience participation – seems the type of over-therapized, anti-art nonsense that activates the most reactionary sleeper cells in my psyche. And seeing an enthusiastic Daniel Radcliffe hold a stranger’s jacket, pretending it’s a sick dog named Indiana Bones, in the first couple of minutes of Every Brilliant Thing felt like a nightmare slowly coming alive.

That some 50 minutes later Radcliffe would have me, along with the rest of the crowd, stand up to do the wave without an ounce of cynicism speaks to his extraordinary charm as a performer, and to the writers Duncan Macmillan and Jonny Donahoe’s ability to fully disarm us, and overcome the almost insurmountable corniness its premise threatens. 

Radcliffe’s unnamed protagonist tells us about a list he started compiling as a young boy following his mother’s suicide attempt, which was relayed to him by a father who is caring, if ill-equipped (as so many of us are) to properly discuss her mental health. His grade school counselor helps him sort out his feelings, as does a college professor later on after his mother’s second attempt. He takes up list-writing in fits and starts as he journeys through adulthood, marveling at how much better his childhood self was at dealing with the unnameable, especially once he’s blindsided by his own slip into depression.

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Daniel Radcliffe | Photo: Matthew Murphy

The play is similarly excursive, maintaining a steady forward momentum (Macmillan co-directs alongside Jeremy Herren) even as the protagonist veers into detours, most of which involve a sort of prop comedy in which the audience is the prop. Radcliffe employs a handful of the few dozen people seated onstage (the set is Vicki Mortimer) to act out parts in his story, and while it’s made clear participation is optional, no one at the performance I attended seemed able to resist. These moments are deployed deftly, with the plot kicking in long before they can start to grate, though it can’t hurt that the experience runs just over an hour.

Macmillan and Donahoe’s script is nimble and impressively executive in its underlying theory that happiness – just like depression, as the protagonist learns from Goethe’s Sorrows of Young Werther – can be contagious. As Radcliffe ricochets throughout the theater, asking for audience help with winning earnestness, the idea arises that community is what happens when you crowd-source what you need.

The actor is a revelation, though I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise that someone who could have retired a multimillionaire at 22 but keeps pushing himself into new challenges really does love what he gets to do for a living. Beside Radcliffe’s magnetic charisma, it’s his palpable joy in the project that shines brightest. There are a few reactions carefully calibrated for maximum fawning, sure, but his demeanor throughout suggests that he, too, is working through the meaning of performance; of engaging strangers through the one-way mirror through which they’ve grown accustomed to seeing him.

Every Brilliant Thing is in performance through May 24, 2026 at the Hudson Theatre on West 44th Street in New York City. For tickets and more information, visit here.

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EXCLUSIVE: Watch A Clip From THEATER CAMP Starring Ben Platt, Noah Galvin, and Molly Gordon
By: Maia Penzer
14 July 2023

Finally, summer has arrived, which can only mean one thing: it's time for camp! Theater Camp, that is. Theatrely has a sneak peak at the new film which hits select theaters today. 

The new original comedy starring Tony Award winner Ben Platt and Molly Gordon we guarantee will have you laughing non-stop. The AdirondACTS, a run-down theater camp in upstate New York, is attended by theater-loving children who must work hard to keep their beloved theater camp afloat after the founder, Joan, falls into a coma. 

The film stars Ben Platt and Molly Gordon as Amos Klobuchar and Rebecca-Diane, respectively, as well as Noah Galvin as Glenn Wintrop, Jimmy Tatro as Troy Rubinsky, Patti Harrison as Caroline Krauss, Nathan Lee Graham as Clive DeWitt, Ayo Edebiri as Janet Walch, Owen Thiele as Gigi Charbonier, Caroline Aaron as Rita Cohen, Amy Sedaris as Joan Rubinsky, and Alan Kim as Alan Park. 

Theater Camp was directed by Molly Gordon and Nick Lieberman and written by Noah Galvin, Molly Gordon, Nick Lieberman & Ben Platt. Music is by James McAlister and Mark Sonnenblick. On January 21, 2023, Theater Camp had its world premiere at the Sundance Film Festival.

You can purchase tickets to the new film from our friends at Hollywood.com here.

READ: An Excerpt From Sean Hayes Debut YA Novel TIME OUT
By: Kobi Kassal
29 May 2023

Actor Sean Hayes is what we in the biz call booked and blessed. On top of his Tony-nominated performance as Oscar Levant in Good Night, Oscar, Hayes has partnered with Todd Milliner and Carlyn Greenwald for the release of their new YA novel Time Out

Heralded by many as Heartstopper meets Friday Night Lights, Time Out follows hometown basketball hero Barclay Elliot who decides to use a pep rally to come out to his school. When the response is not what he had hoped and the hostility continually growing, he turns to his best friend Amy who brings him to her voting rights group at school. There he finds Christopher and… you will just have to grab a copy and find out what happens next. Luckily for you, Time Out hits shelves on May 30 and to hold you over until then we have a special except from the book just for Theatrely:

The good thing about not being on the team the past two weeks has been that I’ve had time to start picking up shifts again at Beau’s diner and save up a little for college now that my scholarship dreams are over.

     The bad part is it’s the perfect place to see how my actions at the pep rally have rotted the townspeople’s brains too.

     During Amy’s very intense musical theater phase in middle school, her parents took her to New York City. And of course she came back home buzzing about Broadway and how beautiful the piss smell was and everything artsy people say about New York. But she also vividly described some diner she waited three hours to get into where the waitstaff would all perform songs for the customers as a way to practice for auditions. The regulars would have favorite staff members and stan them the way Amy stans all her emo musicians.

     Working at Beau’s used to feel kind of like that, like I was part of a performance team I didn’t know I signed up for. The job started off pretty basic over the summer—I wanted to save up for basketball supplies, and Amy worked there and said it was boring ever since her e-girl coworker friend graduated. But I couldn’t get through a single lunch rush table without someone calling me over and wanting the inside scoop on the Wildcats and how we were preparing for the home opener, wanting me to sign an article in the paper or take a photo. Every friendly face just made the resolve grow inside me. People love and support the Wildcats; they would do the same for me.

     Yeah, right.

     Now just like school, customers have been glaring at me, making comments about letting everyone down, about being selfish, about my actions being “unfortunate,” and the tips have been essentially nonexistent. The Wildcats have been obliterated in half their games since I quit, carrying a 2–3 record when last year we were 5–0, and the comments make my feet feel like lead weights I have to drag through every shift.

     Today is no different. It’s Thursday, the usual dinner rush at Beau’s, and I try to stay focused on the stress of balancing seven milkshakes on one platter. A group of regulars, some construction workers, keep loudly wondering why I won’t come back to the team while I refuse proper eye contact.

     One of the guys looks up at me as I drop the bill off. “So, what’s the deal? Does being queer keep ya from physically being able to play?”

     They all snicker as they pull out crumpled bills. I stuff my hands into my pockets, holding my tongue.

     When they leave, I hold my breath as I take their bill.

     Sure enough, no tip.

     “What the fuck?” I mutter under my breath.

     “Language,” Amy says as she glides past me, imitating the way Richard says it to her every shift, and adds, “even though they are dicks.” At least Amy’s been ranting about it every free chance she gets. It was one thing when the student body was being shitty about me leaving the team, but the town being like this is even more infuriating. She doesn’t understand how these fully grown adults can really care that much about high school basketball and thinks they need a new fucking hobby. I finally agree with her.

     [She’s wearing red lipstick to go with her raccoon-adjacent eyeliner as she rushes off to prepare milkshakes for a pack of middle schoolers. I catch her mid–death glare as all three of the kids rotate in their chairs, making the old things squeal. My anger fades a bit as I can’t help but chuckle; Amy’s pissed-off reaction to Richard telling her to smile more was said raccoon makeup, and her tolerance for buffoonery has been at a negative five to start and declining fast.

     I rest my arms on the counter and try not to look as exhausted as I feel.

     “Excuse me!” an old lady screeches, making me jump.

     Amy covers up a laugh as I head to the old lady and her husband’s table. They’ve got finished plates, full waters. Not sure what the problem is. Or I do, which is worse.

     “Yes?” I say trying to suppress my annoyance.

     “Could you be bothered to serve us?”

     Only five more hours on shift. I have a break in three minutes. I’ll be with Devin at Georgia Tech tomorrow. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” I say, so careful to keep my words even, but I can feel my hands balling into fists. “What would you—?”

     And suddenly Amy swoops in, dropping two mugs of coffee down. “Sorry about that, you two,” she says, her voice extra high. “The machine was conking out on us, but it’s fine now.”

     Once the coffee is down, she hooks onto a chunk of my shirt, steering us back to the bar.

     “Thanks,” I mutter, embarrassed to have forgotten something so basic. Again.

     “Just keep it together, man,” she says. “Maybe you’d be better off with that creepy night shift where all the truckers and serial killers come in.”

     Honestly, at least the serial killers wouldn’t care about my jump shot.

     It’s a few minutes before my break, but clearly I need it. “I’ll be in the back room.”

     Right before I can head that way though, someone straight-up bursts into the diner and rushes over to me at the bar. It’s a middle-aged dad type, sunburned skin, beer belly, and stained T-shirt.

     “Pickup order?” I ask.

     “You should be ashamed,” he sneers at me. He has a really strong Southern accent, but it’s not Georgian. “Think you’re so high and mighty, that nothing’ll ever affect you? My kid’ll never go to college because of you and your lifestyle. Fuck you, Barclay Ell—”

     And before this man can finish cursing my name, Pat of all people runs in, wide-eyed in humiliation. “Jesus, Dad, please don’t—”

      I pin my gaze on him, remembering how he cowered on the bench as Ostrowski went off, how he didn’t even try to approach me. “Don’t even bother,” I snap.

     I shove a to-go bag into his dad’s arms, relieved it’s prepaid, and storm off to the break room.]

     Amy finds me head in my arms a minute or two later. I look up, rubbing my eyes. “Please spare me the pity.”

     She snorts and hands me a milkshake. Mint chocolate chip. “Wouldn’t dare.” She takes a seat and rolls her shoulders and neck, cracks sounding through the tiny room. “Do you want a distraction or a shoulder to cry on?”

For more information, and to purchase your copy of Time Out, click here.

Reframing the COVID-19 Pandemic Through a Stage Manager’s Eyes
By: Kaitlyn Riggio
5 July 2022

When the COVID-19 pandemic was declared a national emergency in the United States in March 2020, Broadway veteran stage manager Richard Hester watched the nation’s anxiety unfold on social media.

“No one knew what the virus was going to do,” Hester said. Some people were “losing their minds in abject terror, and then there were some people who were completely denying the whole thing.”

For Hester, the reaction at times felt like something out of a movie. “It was like the Black Plague,” he said. “Some people thought it was going to be like that Monty Python sketch: ‘bring out your dead, bring out your dead.’”

While Hester was also unsure about how the virus would unfold, he felt that his “job as a stage manager is to naturally defuse drama.” Hester brought this approach off the stage and onto social media in the wake of the pandemic.

“I just sort of synthesized everything that was happening into what I thought was a manageable bite, so people could get it,” Hester said. This became a daily exercise for a year. Over two years after the beginning of the pandemic, Hester’s accounts are compiled in the book, Hold Please: Stage Managing A Pandemic. Released earlier this year, the book documents the events of the past two years, filtering national events and day-to-day occurrences through a stage manager’s eyes and storytelling.

When Hester started this project, he had no intention of writing a book. He was originally writing every day because there was nothing else to do. “I am somebody who needs a job or needs a structure,” Hester said.

Surprised to find that people began expecting his daily posts, he began publishing his daily writing to his followers through a Substack newsletter. As his following grew, Hester had to get used to writing for an audience. “I started second guessing myself a lot of the time,” Hester said. “It just sort of put a weird pressure on it.”

Hester said he got especially nervous before publishing posts in which he wrote about more personal topics. For example, some of his posts focused on his experiences growing up in South Africa while others centered on potentially divisive topics, such as the 2020 election and the January 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol.

Despite some of this discomfort, Hester’s more personal posts were often the ones that got the most response. The experience offered him a writing lesson. “I stopped worrying about the audience and just wrote what I wanted to write about,” Hester said. “All of that pressure that I think as artists we put on ourselves, I got used to it.”

One of Hester’s favorite anecdotes featured in the book centers on a woman who dances in Washington Square Park on a canvas, rain or shine. He said he was “mesmerized by her,” which inspired him to write about her. “It was literally snowing and she was barefoot on her canvas dancing, and that seems to me just a spectacularly beautiful metaphor for everything that we all try and do, and she was living that to the fullest.”

During the creation of Hold Please, Hester got the unique opportunity to reflect in-depth on the first year of the pandemic by looking back at his accounts. He realized that post people would not remember the details of the lockdown; people would “remember it as a gap in their lives, but they weren’t going to remember it beat by beat.”

“Reliving each of those moments made me realize just how full a year it was, even though none of us were doing anything outside,” he adds. “We were all on our couches.” Readers will use the book as a way to relive moments of the pandemic’s first year “without having to wallow in the misery of it,” he hopes.

“I talk about the misery of it, but that’s not the focus of what I wrote... it was about hope and moving forward,” Hester said. “In these times when everything is so difficult, we will figure out a way to get through and we will move forward.”

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