Wow. An actor who was popular here when I was young, Moira Whalley, went on to great acclaim as a writer/producer of Breaking Bad. The New Yorker television critic said of her episode for which she won the Emmy: “It could be the greatest writing of an episodic TV show in the history of the medium.”
She has a new series, Flesh and Bone, featured in a full-page ad in the current New Yorker.
Also from the current New Yorker is this epic take-down of Michael Flatley—he of Riverdance fame:
“There is a certain kind of theatrical spectacle at loose today—think Cirque du Soleil or the Olympics opening ceremonies—that unites such things as videos of white stallions, great belches of flame, and what look to be projections of H-bomb tests with squads of women who appear to hail from cosmetics ads. To judge from the song lyrics, all the people involved have a “dream,” and it eventually comes true, for optimism is as central as hyperbole to this genre. Dangerous Games [Flatley’s latest venture] is one of the most egregious examples I have ever seen.”
Bruce Willis, generously credited as being an actor, opened on Broadway on Sunday night in a stage adaptation of Stephen King’s Misery (how apt is that title?). Reviews ranged from “deadly dull” to “inert.” The Times said: “You’re more likely to experience a chill sitting in a tepid bath at home” and said Willis seemed as though he “woud just as soon be taking a nap.” The Daily News said Willis was “so bland it’s frightening.”
Another photo dump: