You can mistake ordinary politeness for friendship. You can be homesick with no way to get home. Herzog has perfect pitch for the speech of privileged Americans; I look forward to hearing it deployed in a play that's about something.
The latest production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, opened Saturday night at the Booth Theatre in NYC exactly 50 years to the day of the play's original Broadway opening on Saturday October 13, 1962.
Were it not for Fran Lebowitz, celebrated author, humorist and social commentator, the art of pontification might be lost. Lebowitz hails from the by-gone era when people sat around in cafes all day, observing life around them and going on about it.
One wonders if there is some theatre ordinance that requires every Southern-themed play in this country to deal with incest. It is as if the fear of boring the audience has been taken to the zenith of tawdry complication.