Friday, August 25, 2006
A rare moment
I saw three great plays in 3 years of living in New York. No one believes less in the outdated myth that NY is the center of Great American Theater than me. But gosh, I wish I was there right now so I could see:
Meryl in Mother Courage (though I'm not as into the Papa Brecht era of his plays, and the production apparently has not much else to recommend it. SFJ says: "When she acts, it seems as if nobody else on stage has read the script.")
Lance Reddick in a revival of August Wilson's Seven Guitars. Partly because it sounds like a beautiful production, and partly because, as a passionate fan of The Wire, I just want to be in the same room as Mr. Reddick.
Kiki and Herb. On Broadway. I mean, fucking duh.
Meryl in Mother Courage (though I'm not as into the Papa Brecht era of his plays, and the production apparently has not much else to recommend it. SFJ says: "When she acts, it seems as if nobody else on stage has read the script.")
Lance Reddick in a revival of August Wilson's Seven Guitars. Partly because it sounds like a beautiful production, and partly because, as a passionate fan of The Wire, I just want to be in the same room as Mr. Reddick.
Kiki and Herb. On Broadway. I mean, fucking duh.
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