I told Al that the next time I come here, I will bring a sack of tomatoes. Then I reconsidered. The acting was quite good. It was the play that sucked. The playwright though deserved to be bombarded with a couple of bushels of tomatoes. In the post-mortem after the play, the playwright said that he was proud of how bad the play was because it would make people think. I don't know about anyone else but all I could think of was homicide- shooting the playwright.
We both thought that Stacy Levine had an extraordinary singing voice. Al suggested that she be allowed to sing louder so that she is not drowned out by the instrumentation. The playwright refused to consider it. Al, an actor, felt that this is just another example of a playwright/producer screwing the actors.
If the Yiddish Forward describes a play as being REAL avant-garde, run, do not walk, as far away from there as you can
We adjourned to the Meyer Lanski restaurant. On a wall in the back are large portraits of famous sporting figures and a tiny, barely visible portrait of Meyer Lanski. Al was pissed off and razzed the management for dissing a great man. They asked him worriedly if he was a relative and promised to replace the picture with a larger one. That was a lot more fun than the play.
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