The “God Bless America” that we know today was forged from collaboration between its composer, Irving Berlin, and Kate Smith, the performer who first made it famous. Behind the scenes, though, the two of them battled for control of the song.
Robert Pohly, founder of Samlyn Capital, said he’s so new to the Lincoln Center Theater’s board that he’s only been to one meeting.
There may be trouble ahead, sings the hero of the 1930s tap musical “Top Hat” in London. It’s closer than he thinks.
Tristan and Connie are laboratory guinea pigs: They have volunteered to test an antidepressant under medical supervision.
In “The Infernal Comedy,” John Malkovich takes the stage as a seductive Austrian serial killer.
Broadway’s sterile Marquis Theatre has never looked so good as in the state of faux decrepitude that welcomes us to the latest, and finest, revival of Stephen Sondheim’s “Follies.”
With the possible exception of Bible-based movies, the Christmas genre is the most likely to suffer from reverence overload.
Last night the annual fundraiser for the New York-Presbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical Center transformed the Park Avenue Armory into a cabaret.
A shapely classical goddess in marble benignly waves visitors into the new home of Philadelphia’s National Museum of American Jewish History .