Comedian Billy Crystal was apparently born funny. Baby boy Crystal's naked body was barely out of his mother's womb on Sunday, March 17, 1948 when the little guy noticed things weren't going to go his way.
In busy spells -- which in the Broadway arena typically include the two weeks before Thanksgiving and the month before the various award deadlines in the spring -- it is not uncommon for critics and award nominators to find themselves at five or six a week. Eighteen in 16, though, is overdoing it.
700 Sundays is emotionally riveting, uproariously funny, and altogether lovely. I found it smashingly good in 2004 and somehow more gripping last night, perhaps because Mr. Crystal is nine years older (as are those of us who saw it nine years ago).