Wallace Shawn is up to his old tricks again: pricking the conscience of right-on, left-leaning theatergoers. No one does that better than this impish, idiosyncratic polymath, who, at 72, still comes across as precocious — probably because we resent him flagging our complacent complicity in all the world’s ills. More so than “The Fever” and... Read more »![]()
