
"UP IN THE CHEAP SEATS"
Theatre yesterday and today

SUPER HERO
On Sunday, Alan Alda received a much-deserved SAG Lifetime Achievement Award at the televised SAG Awards. On Monday, he celebrated his 83rd birthday. Today, a day or two late (and a dollar or two short), I would like to offer a tribute to him for the simple reason that he has (and always will be) one of my heroes. Alan Alda with his SAG Lifetime Achievement Award, January 27, 2019. I was first introduced to Alan Alda by way of one of his natural talents perhaps not known to m

HAPPY 88 TO THE GREAT JAMES EARL JONES
James Earl Jones, who turns eighty-eight years old today, was the first dramatic actor I ever saw on the Broadway stage who took my breath away. Seeing him as Jack Jefferson in Howard Sackler’s The Great White Hope was one of the highlights of my young theatregoing life (in fact, it was only my sixth Broadway show and my very first straight play— what a way to start!). Watching him felt like being punched in the stomach; I was literally gasping at the range and scope of his p

RICHARD WAYNE VAN DYKE
No, it’s not Dick Van Dyke’s birthday (and thank god this isn’t a memoriam piece). I wanted to write about him — that’s all. You see, he’s been on my mind of late, what with his cameo appearance in Mary Poppins Returns currently on the big screen. And from the moment he made his entrance late in the film, I was reduced to tears. The sheer nostalgia element he brings to the sequel, having played Bert the chimneysweep in the original Mary Poppins back in 1964, is palpable. When

OVER 21
On this date in 1944 (seventy-five years ago today— and notoriously bad at math as I am, I used a calculator to assure it's correct), a hit comedy opened at the Music Box Theatre titled Over 21. It was a semi-autobiographical play (nothing new about that), but what was original at the time was that it marked the debut of a writer who was already a renowned Broadway and film star: Ruth Gordon. She was forty-eight, just past the half-way mark of what turned out to be a rich, lo

HAPPY NEW YEAR
* This is a reprisal of a column posted on this date last year. In the spirit of ringing in the new year, I thought I would report on the only Broadway show to have been titled Happy New Year, a musical version of Philip Barry’s wonderful 1928 comedy Holiday. It opened April 27, 1980 and, like all shows, started out with the best of intentions and more than a few good things going for it. Burt Shevelove, its writer/director, had nine years earlier taken 1927’s No, No Nanette