There've been a number of productions of ROSENCRANTZ AND GUILDENSTERN ARE DEAD all around the world, but it's yet to be revived on Broadway (and it's been almost 20 years since Roundabout did it off-Broadway), though it is also pretty continuously done by small theatre companies.
Since we've been having fun with British actors in farces lately, I always advocate for NOISES OFF and WHAT THE BUTLER SAW as the two funniest pure farces written in the last fifty years.
I'd also definitely be interested in a full-throated revival of THE KENTUCKY CYCLE, which when I read it aloud with a class was one of the most thrilling and entertaining scripts I've ever encountered, or at least Part I was. Part II started to get old and repetitive, but man Part I packs some never-ending punches.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
