Okay, fine. It hardly needs its own pitch, but I have to say that Shakespeare in New York is the very best it’s ever been. If your throat hurts watching Sam Waterston yell on television, you should enjoy watching him try and project over the entirety of the Upper West Side. I saw Henry V last near, which will forever be known by my friends and I as Henry II 1/2, because we made it far as intermission and ran like hell. This year? No running.