In a day and age when producers, directors and author's executors think nothing of imposing their so-called artistic vision on Broadway masterworks that were pretty good to begin with, it is heartening to see producers, directors and executors just do the show as written.
The production is hardly a surprise attack by the nose-thumbing partners. It could be said they're going after Christianity as a whole with the appearance of a slang-spouting Jesus in a lustrous blond wig.
The late Deborah Kerr was the kind of star and personality we rarely see anymore: a lady first and foremost, who, even playing women of dubious virtue, projected an innate sense of class, dignity, even nobility.
The daughter of the late Yul Brynner has published a four-volume book of the actor's photographs, and on the Lehman Maupin gallery is exhibiting excerpts of them to commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the actor's death.