of Stephen Sondheim’s latest masterpiece are a little premature. But when was
there ever a time that Saint Sondheim didn’t
write a masterpiece? As surely as day follows night, Assassins , with its book by John Weidman about nine Presidential
assassins, was bound to be acclaimed. That’s the uncritical way with all things
Sonheimean. Read More
It’s official: Despite the confused but overzealous TV weathermen, the bikini displays at Barneys and the street-corner Koreans selling potted daffodils imported from Amsterdam, spring will be a little late this year. That hasn’t stopped the rushing of the season, however, by two current cabaret divas and one cabaret divan. Maria Friedman can touch your Read More
I don’t get to the opera often enough, but whenever I go, I go in style. I’m glad to say that due to circumstances beyond my control, a favorite aunt has a box at the Metropolitan Opera, and I must admit that a box is the way to go.
Mind you, we’ll all go Read More
Everything Was Possible: The Birth of the Musical “Follies ,” by Ted Chapin. Alfred A. Knopf, 331 pages, $30.
More than 30 years ago, Ted Chapin was a theater-mad undergraduate at Connecticut College who managed to land a tyro’s dream job as a production assistant with Stephen Sondheim’s landmark musical Follies. If the dice Read More
“George fucking Bush, played by Bruce fucking Willis,” moaned the man sitting in front of me. We were suffering through a violent war epic calle d Tears of the Sun , and I saw what he meant. At a time when every White House briefing sounds like a threat, a frightened child hides under every Read More
Another day, another revival. Stephen Sondheim’s 1987 Into the Woods , a fairy tale for adults, sort of, has returned to Broadway and we are glad, sort of. Without doubt, the show has two or three of the loveliest-and best delivered-songs we could wish to hear. But there’s a but.
Mr. Sondheim has written edgier, Read More
I’d say the audience is in the
palm of Elaine Stritch’s hand from the first words of her glorious one-woman
show at the Public, Elaine Stritch at
Liberty . The lady comes on singing-what else?-”There’s No Business Like
Show Business” in a relaxed, jaunty rendition promising sweet and bitter
ironies. Dressed in a white shirt Read More
The great thing about Jonathan Larson, the creator of Rent , is that this tragic man was a true artist. All artists believe that about themselves, but some are truer to themselves than others. Larson was crazed on music, uncompromised, passionate, idealistic, naïve–a downtown bohemian in an age when the word “bohemian” seems quaint. His Read More
There must be two Lea DeLarias. One is a raunchy, cross-dressing comic who does lesbian jokes and daydreams in public about what she’d like to do with Angelina Jolie and a stick of butter. Considering the rising number of aspiring show-business talents who step off the bus every day at the Port Authority Terminal, how Read More
Ignore the Critics; Go See Follies
I hate critics who hack away at each other in print almost as much as I hate anchovies. I will therefore do what everyone else in town is doing. I will ignore the churlish reviews of Follies , join the rest of the passionate theatergoers who stand in line Read More