I saw three shows this week while I was in New York. Two of them received reviews of such overblown ecstasy that one would have expected to burst into spontaneous orgasm the minute the curtain rose. The other one got tepid reviews and is having trouble finding an audience. Guess which one I thought wasRead More »

The title of this entry is based on an entirely unjustified optimism that I’ll do one of these every month. Wagers are being taken. Marshman 21 wants to know: I was just wondering why you changed George Epps’s name to Frankie Epps for Parade? Simple, probably stupid question, but I thought that there was noRead More »

A ticket to a Broadway show costs over a hundred dollars. I think for that amount of money, you should be guaranteed a flawless performance with the entire original company. (In fact, I think for that amount of money, you should get to go home with the chorus member of your choice, but that’s outsideRead More »

Of course, having said all that, it's awfully nice to read this.

Here’s what you have to know: there were about forty critics in the house today, as best as I can tell. I didn’t look at them, I didn’t talk to them, I haven’t heard anything about what they may or may not write. I don’t know anything about the reviews for this show, and atRead More »