Hal Prince died today. And if you love musical theatre, it is impossible to imagine it without his creative input and generosity of spirit. In the world of theatre, there was no one I personally admired more. Not only for this many contributions as a producer and director, but also as the “prince” that he was. He mentored and aided in the careers of thousands of people over his nearly seventy-year career. It is no exaggeration when he was often referred to as the most importa

Yesterday I wrote a column on the actor Jack Warden, citing his performance as Juror #5 in the 1957 film 12 Angry Men. It got me to thinking I might write about another of those dozen grand actors, and it dawned on me that I already did (which is not too surprising, as I've written more than 350 of these "Theatre Yesterday and Todays" over what still feels like a short three-year period). In December 2017, I put together a take on the long and enviable career of Henry Fonda,

For no reason (other than I just finished watching Twelve Angry Men for my umpteenth time), I thought I would write about one of the dozen wonderful actors from that 1957 film: the always pitch-perfect character actor Jack Warden. As Juror #7, he sits at the other end of the table from Juror #6 (Edward Binns as the foreman), sweating profusely and wearing a summer hat that he rarely takes off. Anxious for a swift verdict, with tickets to that night's ballgame burning a hole i

Fifty years ago today, Neil Armstrong became the first man to step foot on the moon. I remember as a twelve-year-old being glued to the TV alongside my whole family while we watched Walter Cronkite, the most trusted newsman in America, wipe away tears at the sight of it. Most anyone who was alive on the planet could tell you today in an instant where they were that night. Neil Armstrong in the iconic photo shot on the surface of the moon. But that summer of ’69 was also about

I began rehearsals today for David Yazbek and Jeffrey Lane’s Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at the Priscilla Beach Theatre in Plymouth, Massachusetts, where I’m directing a young company culled from some of the choice university musical theatre programs in the country. It’s fitting to return to PBT (for reasons you’ll soon find out) and the rich history of the theatre, and my connection to it, is worth repeating to those haven’t heard me tell it. This column is the product of some r

Thirty-seven years ago tonight, a twenty-six year old actor made an auspicious Broadway debut. Cast as a slightly crazed young playwright in a revival of Noël Coward's Present Laughter at the Circle in the Square Theatre, this New Jersey native has since appeared in more than twenty other Broadway shows (many of them musicals) and fifteen Off-Broadway dramas and comedies. In that time he's fit in numerous films (sensational in The Birdcage); TV sitcoms (nominated for six Prim

This year marks the 40th anniversary of when I got my Equity Card; the official start of my career as a professional actor. The production I was cast in that got me that card was the world premiere of a play called The Buddy System, by Jonathan Feldman, at the Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park (it was about young counsellors at a boys' summer camp). I remember the entire experience like it was yesterday, and among the eight-person cast are friends with whom I've kept in touch

My long and abiding affection for the Larry Gelbart, Burt Shevelove, Stephen Sondheim musical comedy A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum is because it is true to its title: Funny Stuff Happens. When it opened fifty-seven years ago tonight, critics were mad for what was described by one as being "about as crazy as anything you've ever seen in old-time vaudeville." When The Producers, with its similar style of low-comedy opened eighteen years ago, it was deemed the m