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.
We're in a liberated America, but the point of the play is to expose the frequent clash between instinct and intellect as women enjoy the fruits of modernity while dealing with men who rarely conform to the supposed advances of a post-feminist America.
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.
By The Way, Meet Vera Start, didn't change my life, but it did give me a great deal of pleasure, as well as little pain, as I tried all night to puzzle out the ending and collect my thoughts for this epistle.
My curiosity got the better of me and I attended the world-premiere of the new play, The Exorcist, at Westwood's Geffen Playhouse Wednesday evening. I was rewarded with 95 minutes of superb, powerful drama.