Three decades after its Broadway debut, Tom Stoppard’s The Real Thing returns to the Main Stem in an odd new production by director Sam Gold that plays like an MFA thesis project stunt-cast with some A-list ringers. Ewan McGregor is confident and sexy as a Stoppardlike playwright in his New York stage debut; Maggie Gyllenhaal is solid as our hero’s actress lover-turned-wife, though she lacks a certain chemistry with her costar. The performer who makes the biggest impression is Cynthia Nixon as the jilted wife; Nixon had appeared in the 1982 production, as the rebellious 17-year-old daughter. Read my B+ review on EW.com.
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