All Smoke, No Fire

Had I not received tickets to see The Last Smoker in America, it wouldn't register a blip in my brain.  That's not such a bad thing because there are a lot more shows that I haven't seen but anyway, I went to see it with a friend.  We weren't about to waste free tickets even if it meant two hours of our time.

Most of the people around us must've been family and friends of the cast because they were all too ready with their laughs and nods of approval.  What?  Ganya and I were stoic-faced mascots looking at each other, wondering what people were laughing about.

This won't be a proper critique, as is usual with me and this blog, and there's really no point anymore  because the show closed September 1.

Eyes Will Roll

I went to see an off-off-off-OFF Broadway show called Frogs at the Fault Line Theater on 4th Ave. between 2nd Ave. and Bowery a few nights ago.  The comedy is by Aristophanes and oh my goodness, I'm too stoopid for these Greek plays.  It was way too corny for me and spoiler alert, it wasn't about amphibians at all.   

The only thing that left me laughing all night was the almost transparent groin area of the men dressed in frog-green spandex suits.  I have pictures of it but posting it would be distasteful.