That's my kind of New York evening: catching up over dinner with the lovely litwit at Angus McIndoe before the show; Liev Shreiber tearing it up on stage as Barry Champlain in Eric Bogosian's Talk Radio -- the same day he received his Tony nod -- with a stellar off-stage cast of voices (on stage the talent was strong too, but once again the pretty girl was the weak link -- why do they cast pretty? why don't they just cast strong and passably pretty?). And then an aftershow "talk back" with the cast and the visiting Reverend Al Sharpton.
Regrettably, with Al there, the questions from the audience skewed toward Al's political decisions over time rather than the actual play (does anyone still remember the Tawana Brawley incident? Apparently, around here, they still do.) Still. Fun night.
And the capper was giving litwit a quick hug goodbye and spinning around to head in the other direction -- and nearly colliding with Al as he chatted with some well-wishers just beside me. No handlers that I could see -- just Al headed to his ride at the curb. Back at my hotel I tuned him in live on Larry King, talking about Falwell's passing, which must have been where he was headed next.
Just another unremarkable evening in New York.
Love this town.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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2 comments:
you know, I live vicariously through you.
Thank you for a wonderful evening!
I am soooo jealous - Liev Schreiber in Talk Radio. There's something to think about.
I lived through it with you -- and it was a wonderful evening! And your tableau turned out divinely. We'll do it again the next time you're in town. Till then, safe travels.
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