Courtesy Joan Marcus

It is not as grotesquely majestic as the pile of mannequins-as-dead-bodies in Taylor Mac’s Gary, but Bunny Christie’s duskily lit, toppling towers of newspapers and filing cabinets in Ink is another design marvel of this Broadway season.

Throughout this Manhattan Theatre Club production, which opens tonight at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre (to June 23), journalists clamber up into little dug-out warrens to type. The desks are old and scuffed, the newspapers yellowed....

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