In the history of art, the importance of patrons has rarely been underestimated. The egregious result of Solomon Guggenheim's support for Rudolf Bauer is one of the most disturbing instances. In Bauer, it receives superlative treatment.
Something Mike Nichols chose to do when directing the final moments of Harold Pinter's Betrayal annoyed me so I had to remind myself that up until then, the revered director had brought unusual insight and vitality to the nine-scene intermissionless play.
Due to one of those odd coincidences, theater at the moment seems to be about chairs. Rowan Atkinson sits in a relatively comfy one throughout the flawless revival of Simon Gray's Quartermaine's Terms, at Wyndham's.