But I digress... that above is not what I'm writing about today. This year, with Halloween on a Saturday, I decided to "treat" myself by catching a show in NYC. So I hopped on the train, ticket to Rock of Ages in hand. I'll tell you about THAT experience tomorrow. Suffice it to say that I didn't manage to completely escape the costumed idiots of my childhood this year.
On my way up 7th Avenue from Penn Station, I reviewed the discounts for show tickets I had in hand... Brighton Beach Memoirs, Finian's Rainbow, and at the last minute, a flier for Fela! Well, I just adore one Miss Laurie Metcalf almost as much as I adore the plays of on Mr. Neil Simon, and lo and behold, the first box office I came to was the Nederlander Theatre where The Neil Simon Plays is playing. Man, that theatre looks nice without the RENT grunge. So I walk right up to the man in the window, thrust my discount paper through the little hole and say, "give me the best you got for November 11th's matinee!" Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather when he told me that the show was closing the next day. "Um, can I use it for Broadway Bound?" I stammered, shocked and sad and feeling stupid all at once. "Sorry, son, they are closing the whole thing. But, we do have some nice seats for today, if you'd like." I almost took him up on his offer, but thought, "No, I can't waste the ticket to Rock of Ages."
When I got home, I instantly went online to see what was being said about the closing of The Neil Simon Plays. The producer's statement said it all. Nice folks, indeed. Miss Metcalf will rebound, I'm sure, but I do feel for Noah Robbins, who played Eugene and Santino Fontana who played Stanley, both of whom got glowing notices. How hard it must be to read all that praise and still lose your job. Of course, Josh Grisetti's performance as the older Eugene never made it to a public viewing of his work.
As it turned out, I should have gone to see Brighton Beach Memoirs. God, I hate Halloween.