Critical response
Tonight, my wife Valorie and I went to our friend Amy’s 50th birthday party at a club in Sherman Oaks. Because our lives have been intersecting for more than 15 years, Amy and her husband Ross and Valorie and I have a lot of friends in common.
Still, there were some people there I didn’t know. One guy, Bill, asked how I knew Amy and Ross, and I explained that Amy is my business partner. I’ve also done a lot of theatre with Ross, who is a fine actor and director, but I didn’t go into that because the club was loud and it was a chore to have a conversation.
Bill said he’d known Ross for a long time, ever since they lived next to each other 32 years ago. Then he ventured that he saw Ross in “Cabaret” some years ago, and laughed at the memory, then added that he saw Ross in a show he did last year “across from Paramount.”
“Oh, what show was that?”
“I don’t know. Something with three people,” he said.
I remembered this play. It was called “Triptych.”
“How was it?” I asked.
“Not good. But you couldn’t blame Ross. It was the script.”
I didn’t tell Bill that I too had seen that play.
Because I wrote it.
November 11th, 2018 at 4:18 am
Ouch!
But what do you expect from a critic whose sole reason for seeing the play in the first place was that his next-door neighbor was in it?