Terri Klausner is the only Eva who nailed the entire first act of "Evita," (and I saw 'em all, friend in the cast), bringing both musical theater chops and sexuality. Unless you can see why everyone wanted to f--k this hot young woman, the whole thing makes no damn sense. Every Eva seemed cast to play act two, the drag part, and the first third is the hardest to make sense (Madonna, in an even uglier wig, had the same problem; watch again)
I wished Jonathan Pryce had been allowed to wear the West End Eurasian make-up in the American "Miss Saigon." Yes, I know why he couldn't. Don't school or shame me, I know exactly why it's wrong. Offensive. I still wanted to see it.
Every single thing Tom Stoppard ever wrote, a couple of scenes in "The Real Thing" aside, bores the bejesus outta me. Few plays are as insufferable, on the page or stage, as "Arcadia." The single longest night in the theater, ever. Waterboarding? Nothing compared to 20 minutes of "Arcadia."
"Equus" is brilliantly written, riveting theater, and a lot of hooey. For all its agonizing, not really about a damned thing.
Goldman's original (circa Winter Garden) book for "Follies" is smart, sharp and wonderful, the most unfairly maligned script in the history of musical theater.
I hated "Our Town" until I was middle aged; I now think it's one of the most perfect works of art ever conceived.
Landford Wilson won the Pulitzer for the wrong play. And on that subject: the fact that Annie Baker has a Pulitzer and John Guare does not makes me effing crazy.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 9/17/15 at 09:22 AM