New York
On Broadway this year, spring is the season of marathons: First “Angels in America” and “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child,” now Eugene O’Neill’s “The Iceman Cometh” and George Bernard Shaw’s “Saint Joan.” Taken together, these extra-long shows are stretching patience and pocketbooks, and it’s hard to imagine that very many people other than drama critics and well-heeled theater buffs will get to more than one of them. That’s a pity, since “Iceman” and “Saint Joan,” like “Angels” before them, both have much to...