There are many reasons to celebrate the arrival on Broadway of Hand To God. It wraps its seriousness in a veneer of XXX-rated irreverence. I don’t know which I want to do more: Sing Hallelujah — or wash its dirty little mouth out with soap. It's sexy in ways that veer from frat-boy to sophisticated. It's blasphemous in word but its moral code is ferociously Old Testament. It's probably no one's idea of a …
SOURCE: Deadline at 08:00PM on April 7, 2015