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.
My second and last time at the Magic Castle was during college for a fundraiser. I had therefore not been to a magic show in some twenty years, not even a cheesy, terrible one, as Derek quips this show is not.
Samuel Beckett wanted his plays done exactly as he wrote them and as he particularized them in his stage directions. Don't think of adding even a second tree, for instance, to the Waiting for Godot set.
The closest I get to enjoying magic comes in the form of watching Will Arnett's character on Arrested Development perform his atrocious "illusions." But Nothing To Hide has turned my personal relationship with magic from nonexistent to we're-in-love giddiness.