Moments into the jolly entr'acte orchestra hoedown that affably yanks Bright Star back after Intermission, inscrutably ignoring the un-jolly infanticide finale that has just closed out Act One, I turned my eyes heavenward.
I'm also here to report someone asked Larry about whether his hit HBO series, Curb Your Enthusiasm, is coming back. It's probably the most asked question to Larry, other than, "Can I take a selfie with you?" Unfortunately, Larry doesn't do "selfies."
Larry David's been called a lot of things in his life -- brilliant, genius, funny, neurotic, offensive -- but never, has anyone thought the Seinfeld co-creator and Brooklyn-born Jew could be a catalyst for peace in the Middle East.
In Kenneth Lonergan's revived 1996 play, This is Our Youth, a Steppenwolf production transferred to the Cort, what specifically does the playwright mean by "this"?
Having seen it again, I can report that it's every bit as lively, as thoroughly hilarious and as consistently heart-tugging here as it was there, if not that much better for the cast members having enriched their performances while working at them longer.
With no trajectory, it's an evening about people saying things -- words strung together to form an empty, silly, and meandering narrative. Nothing works. It's a musical with all the song cues and no tunes.
What can I say? I can't quite say "it'd be funny if it wasn't so true" - because it is true and it is funny. I can simply say this: in Will Ferrell's portrayal of "W", the Cort Theatre has finally met its historical Jester.