At the start of every new season, I say a silent prayer. It goes like this:
“Please God, let the season be different from all other seasons. Please don’t let it be dominated by any more revivals, British actors and Eve Ensler. Please get them to bring the price of tickets down and make all Read More
I declared undying devotion-love gets more complicated-to the one and only Dame Edna Everage when she was last in town four years ago. Now that she’s back with a vengeance, I see no reason to change my mind. I wouldn’t mess with her if I were you, but Dame Edna is just the best.
The Read More
The other night I saw a TV commercial where two guys wearing overcoats go to a “streaking party.” Five beautiful women wearing bathrobes open the door. The guys flash them; the women look down at the men’s equipment and don’t react. The guys get nervous and close their coats.
You can’t get through one day Read More
Since 1996, Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues has been performed in over 40 countries and translated into over 35 languages. As of last May, it was booked in over 140 cities in the United States. Not bad for a six-year-old play that was first produced in a 74-seat theater in Soho.
Since April 2002, another Read More
Donna Hanover doesn’t have Nancy Reagan eyes, but she kept the wedding ring on. And kept quiet. At least until last week.
On a weekend when the other woman in his life, Hillary Clinton, was busy with First Lady duties and giving him no trouble, Mayor Rudolph Giuliani was skulking around the basement of City Read More
Another openin’, another show. But just when you might be thinking optimistically at the start of a new Broadway season, “They don’t produce terrible shows like Epic Proportions anymore,” why, by golly, they go ahead and do them anyway.
Are they on a suicide mission, or just whistling Dixie? The numbing, neo-vaudevillian awfulness of this Read More
