Cat on a Steaming Hot Tin Roof Ice Cream Roof

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.

Governor Apologizes for Extreme Cliché of Scandal.

In a press conference following his resignation, ex-New York Governor Eliot Spitzer expressed regret that the cause of his disgrace wasn’t a bit more out-of-left-field.

"I was hoping that if I went down it would be for something original, or something that at least wasn’t the exact opposite of what I claimed to be fighting against," Mr. Spitzer announced on Friday. "I mean, as far as disgraces go, I’d say that’s really pretty lame, and that the people of this state deserve better. A beheading, or I secretly married my sister, something. But channeling state funds into a hooker service after doing all that railing against corruption, immorality and vice - I used to be better than that. I mean, I didn’t go to Harvard for that kind of bland boobery. I think it was all the sex with hookers that sapped my drive to do better."

--by Eli James

Macbeth fun and scary despite rapping.

Please read:

My Review of "Macbeth" starring Captain Picard

Yeah, Patrick Stewart was pretty kick-ass in this Brit touring production at BAM. However, my date and I both kind of lost that tingly feeling when the witches starting rapping - but what can you do?

One time I said "Macbeth" in passing while I was backstage during the run of a play in Philadelphia. I was still in college, actually. And one of the older actors heard me and FREAKED out. He told me I had to go outside and do some kind of incantation, "angels and ministers of grace defend us..." spin around three times, and spit, then knock three times and ask to be let back in. I was like, "Craig, I can’t go outside. The whole audience is out there. It’s intermission." He told me to go in the bathroom and do it.

So I did it.

The show might have just narrowly avoided falling victim to the "Macbeth" theater curse, but a big old sandbag sure as hell fell on my dignity that night.