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
Silliness and Music Prevailed
With so many dark and depressing musicals dotting the New York theater scene, a zany time was had by all and sundry at Babes in Arms , the first of this year’s Encores productions of staged concert versions of seldom-performed musicals at the City Center, Feb. 12 to 14. Nobody went Read More