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Tarzan slathers millions in razzle-dazzle on a two-cent script. Plus: Burnished performances in Shining City.

Real laughs make a too-rare appearance on Broadway.

John Guare mixes his experience of Beame-era Greenwich Village with the day’s seedier headlines to give the old moving-to-the-big-city story a distinct 1977 flavor.

Lestat recalls the cheeseball bombast of that decade at its worst; The Wedding Singer does better by giving the same era a cheerful wink.

Julia’s not a disaster, but Three Days of Rain deserves a better production. Plus: A Threepenny dreadful.

Stuff Happens purports to tell us how Iraq went down�but a little more intellectual rigor would’ve helped.

Timing, tone, Alec Baldwin: Everything’s wrong with this Entertaining Mr. Sloane.

Ring of Fire lacks spark; Grey Gardens does too, but it’s saved by one fantastic star.

John Patrick Shanley and Martin McDonagh go head-to-head again, with a new outcome.

After winning everything in sight last year, John Patrick Shanley’s pedophilia thriller-drama-parable has turned to new actors to keep running, and the transplant hasn’t entirely come off.