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...three, the age I was when he wrote a letter to me and my brother and sister in 1945 from New York, saying how much he missed us while he was in the Army, billeted in a hotel at Broadway and 29th. He thought about us every day, he said, and wished we could be with him but didn't think it wise for children to grow up in a city among so many people. It was signed, "Love, Daddy." I never saw the letter until a week ago. It never occurred to me that he loved...
...decade, has made a career on just this sort of intimate performance, the kind that exists nowhere but in theaters and establishments that serve alcohol. You certainly won't find it at the local tenplex. His biggest successes, like The Weir, have taken this technique to its extremities, packing Broadway and West End theaters and then filling everyone in on the local stories of an Irish town. The result often feels more forced than intimate. But anyone who's heard the chilling central monologue of The Weir and experienced an entire theater falling into rapt silence knows that there...
January and February are the slow months for Broadway theater, but that can't entirely explain the critical raptures that have greeted Edward Albee's latest work, "The Play About the Baby." Albee hasn't written a good play in decades, but somehow he's managed to work himself back into the good graces of the New York reviewers, who periodically get very protective of once-great playwrights down on their luck. Still, it's hard for me to imagine any real people - i.e., those who don't have to write about theater for a living - coming away from this...
...Murray chides the audience for coming in late and replays the last five minutes of Act I. (It's no better the second time.) He even mimics a female theatergoer complaining that the line for the ladies' room is too long. Odd, since at the off-Broadway theater where "The Play About the Baby" is running, the ladies' room was surprisingly uncrowded; it was the men's room line that snaked through the lobby. Albee even got that wrong...
...looking for fresh ideas in theater, I'd suggest forgetting Albee and traveling a few blocks uptown, to see Reba McEntire in the Broadway revival of "Annie Get Your Gun." Sure, this Irving Berlin classic is about as mainstream as theater gets (though Graciela Daniele's tasteful update, which originally starred Bernadette Peters, goes a long way to neutralizing the politically incorrect treatment of Indians). But a country singer playing Annie Oakley? It's a notion so obvious and unexpected that it has the shock of the revolutionary. The real shock, though, is how well Reba pulls...