Getting Your Feet Wet
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If there is one thing The Observer takes seriously, it is cold feet. Read More
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Last week, Jerry Seinfeld participated in one of those Reddit AMAs, where celebrities interact with teeming Internet masses to mixed results. Mr. Seinfeld revealed during questioning that he had worked with longtime collaborator Larry David on a new project that would be “big, huge, gigantic.”
“We never obsess over anything that isn’t mundane,” he teased out. “Most recent was intentional mumbling.” Which, shit, was going to be the name of our memoir.
Even if one didn’t already exist in his gallery of colorful eccentrics, Jefferson Mays would qualify as the Main Stem’s Mad Hatter. He’s easy to spot at any Broadway opening: He’s the one wearing a hat.
“You can say pathology, you can say fetish,” he offered in a recent interview. “I love hats. I’ve always Read More
Turn Off The Lights!
“Betrayal” is actually a pretty good description of what the Broadway experience can feel like these days.
Sitting in the $92 cheap seats on the first night of previews for director Mike Nichols’ play felt like being a gargoyle, crouching in the rafters of some medieval banquet hall.
Maybe having your legs pinioned so that you can rest your chin on your knees is the perfect contemplative pose in which to receive a Harold Pinter play. But up in the back, at least, the audience was there to see Daniel Craig.
Already the most expensive (and stupidly named) musical in history, Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark is also proving to be by far the most dangerous. Thanks, Bono. Read More
Theater may have been Hal Prince’s most enduring love, but it wasn’t his first. The legendary Broadway producer and director—he won the first of his 21 Tony Awards (more than any other individual) for The Pajama Game when he was only 27—once harbored dreams of a literary life.
As a teen, Mr. Prince practiced what he thought would be his future craft, writing for The Red & Blue, the literary journal of the Franklin School on West 89th Street. (The Franklin School would later be merged into Dwight).
He may have wound up pursuing an unpromising literary career had he not encountered a far superior talent in The Red & Blue’s pages. The writer who nudged Mr. Prince onto a different path? A young Truman Capote.
And… scene! The eclectically-decorated townhouse of Broadway legend Hal Prince may not suit all tastes—although with zigzags, polka dots, stripes, cheetah print, florals, blood red carpet and even what appears to be some interior astroturf, the home certainly has something for everyone—but it has won the heart of a buyer.
The Georgian-style townhouse at 48 East 74th, which was more recently asking $19.95 million, is in contract, The Observer has learned. For how much, we cannot say, as Brown Harris Stevens broker Paula Del Nunzio would not divulge any details when we called her for comment. But if Mr. Prince even gets close to his ask, he will have a success on the level of one of his Broadway smash hits (among them Phantom of the Opera and West Side Story) given that he paid a mere $12.5 million for the place when he bought it back in 2009. (Only in Manhattan could $12.5 million be preceded by a mere.)