Last week I saw this performance by the talented and adorable company of the little “Flea Theater”, way downtown, way off Broadway. One of the three short plays was a French Farce that was the funniest thing I’ve seen onstage in a while. The other two were fun, gory, dark horror plays from the same tradition of French “low” Theater. Everyone in NY should go, you can’t have much more fun at the theater, without getting kicked out. Affordable too.
There will never be another Lauren Bacall. Goodbye, you.
So very sad to read of the death of my idol Elaine Stritch. Just a couple days ago I saw the new documentary about her, “Shoot Me”, and found it unsettling how unwell she seemed. I’m not a 30 Rock fan, but that’s how a lot people my age know Miss Stritch. She was at her best on stage, in intimate, witty, sophisticated musicals and cabaret acts. She made me laugh and cry in the same two minute song, when she performed “Something Good”. She was a foul mouthed fashionista. Her taste in close friends says a lot about her: James Gandolfini, Noel Coward, Stephen Sondheim… Here she is singing one of her signature tunes, Sondheim’s “Here’s to the Ladies Who Lunch”, written for her. Thank you, Elaine.