Taking a Breather from The Producers on 42nd Street
I went to see Mel Brooks’ The Producers again the other day.
Jealous? Jealousy is a terrible thing, as my momma used to say, whacking me over the head with a soup ladle. My tickets–row E, center aisle, as usual–were perfect. Two were necessary, of course. We might grieve alone at the theater, but Read More
