Clare Barron’s “You Got Older” is a rare play about a good dad. Wallace Shawn’s “What We Did Before Our Moth Days” is defiantly tender about a sleazy one.
The Bride! THE BRIDE! Conceptually, this seems very much like something I could get on board with: a mid-1930s Chicago-set, Mafia-tinged feminist update on the Frankenstein story, embellished with ...
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