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Contrary to what the cynics among us might think, revivals of plays and musicals exist not only to bring in theatergoers desperate for the tried and true. Successful ones rely on a confluence of factors: a director (Ivo van Hove, who, evidenced by this current theater season, should now be allowed to direct everything—everyone else, go home) with an original eye and a secure grasp of stagecraft. A ensemble in tune with the writer’s poetry, and each other, helps, as does the timing of the production, though that’s something no one can predict or engineer—one can only hope that what unfolds onstage holds a mirror to nature in ways both current and eternal.

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In The Crucible the history that repeats is distilled in language so heartbreaking you can only gasp and nod at the truths its characters utter. At one point, the protagonist John Proctor (an excellent Ben Whishaw) exhorts, “There is fear in the country,” referring to the brushfire of accusations spreading from town. But it was when one character warned, “Look to yourselves,” that my anger welled up. The Crucible demonstrates how easily it can happen again. The night I attended the audience—a mix of tourists and natives—hung onto every word; in an election year, the metaphor of disparate groups coming together seems a pipe dream. One can only hope our hinterland guests take the word back to their brethren. We’re in a moment: how crucial that we indeed look to ourselves as well as our neighbors, and take heed.

Hurry. The Crucible ends its run on July 17, 2016