Noel Coward's timeless comedy opened last week at the Music Box Theatre, and if you have the privilege of seeing Paul Gross's long-awaited Broadway debut, you'll enjoy a nuanced, charismatic star turn.
Andrea Marcovicci and Bebe Neuwirth represent those who say that what's important for performers appearing in intimate rooms is not that the voice be considered first and foremost but that appreciation of a lyric is equally as important as vocal reproduction and projection.
We need to thank director-adapter Michael Gieleta for the revival of Noel Coward's Bitter Sweet at Bard College's Richard B. Fisher Center for the Performing Arts. Correction: We need to thank him up to a point.
Those wanting to get closer to that more traditional and comforting take on the eternal "boy meets girl" predicament need only look back and revisit the great film romances of the past, movies that reflect those long-vanished ideals.
It's important for me to keep things in perspective when writing about Tammy Grimes, who's just finishing up a week-long engagement at Manhattan's Metropolitan Room. After all, she's 76 now. And yet, and yet: She's still enchanting.
We are so collectively mired in the hyper-superficial, materialistic, flashy "moment of now" that we haven't paused to acknowledge a man who helped bring some of the finest British films ever made to the screen.