Okay, that was a really dumb heading. Sorry. I didn't even enjoy typing it.
Looking at the picture above, it's interesting to me how The L seems to always run pictures that contain a play's least iconic characters. Must be a spacing issue or something. That must be why The L's the only mag in town to run a publicity photo of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" without showing Brick, Maggie, Big Daddy or Big Mama. I admire their defiance.
Yeah, this will have to be my last theater review for a while. That's because I'm IN a play right now. Well, sort of. I'm the, uh, I'm the understudy. So - goodbye to my incisive, thought-provoking analysis of American drama for a while. I know the world will miss it. I'm at City Center every night working standby for "The Four of Us," even though there's only one of me. It's a job for a Zen master understudy.
My Review of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof in The L.