why write jut one play when you are talented enough write a trilogy? (the second part)
That's almost seven hours of theater with the same six characters. Norman is a horrible-charming cad who obsessively seduces and deceives three sisters. He's married to one of them but that doesn't seem to be a sticking point with him.
We've got two down and one to go. This time, we saw Living Together. Although these are separate pieces of the same puzzle, this is considered the middle play.
Since seeing Round and Round the Garden three weeks ago, which is technically considered the third play (we're doing it ass-backwards), the play picked up a few Tony nominations, namely, best revival, best performance by an actor, best performance by an actress (two of those) and best director. Not a bad day at the office.
It deserves all the accolades it can get. It's so funny and the actors work their asses off and they're British and I know that shouldn't count for anything but because I'm a big Anglophile, it does. You really can't go wrong with any of these plays so if you live out here or are visiting I would encourage you to go. You'll laugh. And who couldn't use a good laugh these days? God knows I need one.
We sat near Vogue editor Anna Wintour. She was there with her daughter. [CB identified her daughter. I had no idea who she was.] She sat through the entire performance with her sunglasses on. Indoors. At night. What a horrible, pretentious idiot. (With apologies to CB. He admires her.)
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