For example, the barn-burner revival of Stephen Sondheim’s “Merrily We Roll Along,” from 1981, transfers to the Hudson Theatre on Sept. 19—with Jonathan Groff, Lindsay Mendez, and Daniel Radcliffe—in the same month that Sondheim’s Luis Buñuel-inspired, last-ever musical, “Here We Are,” gets a blockbuster, all-star cast (Amber Gray! David Hyde Pierce!) for its posthumous première at the Shed (starting previews on Sept. 28). If you see them both, you’re basically taking an informal seminar in Sondheimian aesthetics.
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