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Russian Jews bring bananas and banality to Texas, in a hypothetically heartwarming musical dud.

If you hadn’t figured out who the audience was for Mario Cantone’s one-man Broadway show, the impersonation requests would have tipped you off.

Twelve Angry Men is headed for the canon, thanks to a subtle script and actors who know nuance.

Watergate whistle-blower Martha �Mouth of the South� Mitchell, wife of Nixon attorney general John Mitchell, is the subject Dirty Tricks.

The latest pop musical embodies today’s Broadway: flashy, splashy, and contraindicated for those over 60.

A revue of Sondheim tunes, both famous and obscure; a bouncy Mary-Louise Parker in Reckless; an annoying Othello; and Peter Dinklage as Richard III.

The race-switching farce White Chocolate is surprisingly tasty; Last Easter and Nine Parts of Desire are chock-full of annoying faux poetry.

Paula Vogel’s elderly prostitutes talk too fancy, String of Pearls falls apart, and Hedda Gabler is crazy. But Kitty Carlisle Hart’s a fabulous old dame.

A gory, all-male Shakespeare production slices and dices three plays, with mixed results; Tina Howe’s translation of Ionesco is half full.

Guantánamo�a documentary dramatization of government abuse�is static, earnest, and beautifully performed. Plus: A miscast Susannah York.