If you like your shows with glorious music in the air and a dollop of schlag atop the café viennois, you are sure to float away from your visit to She Loves Me on a silver-laced cloud.
"I like plays that feel like somebody took a fun house mirror and put it up to the real world, and it's sort of reflecting back a version of it to you. I find that, in looking at that reflection, you can start to understand a little more about your life."
For a change of pace, today I'm offering you a series of random theater-related thoughts. None of which could take up a post on its own, but together they seem worthy.
Ever since the Stephen Sondheim-George Furth-Harold Prince Merrily We Roll Along opened in 1981, rolling along merrily is one thing it hasn't done.