Recalling seeing "Bash" for the first time at the old Fairbanks Theatre on 42nd Street, just around the corner form me. I wasn't ready for how gripped I would be even while horrified by some of the most glamorous actors doing off-Broadway and playing such reprehensible characters. I was torn that they found such a reprehensible side of themselves, but realized at the end seeing them as themselves, just on sight, they and the author were exposing people like the ones they were playing by seeming so real as those characters, then we could see "thanks heavens, they were just telling us a story about behavior to watch out for."
I recall a stunner one-act he wrote at 59E59, with the regular people played by the usually glamorous Victor Slezak and Margaret Colin [even in 'Carousel," gee, poor Billy Bigelow having to have an affair with her as Ms. Mullins. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. My best friend, yes, definitely, I'd wish that for my best friend. But my worst enemy, never!] Even in the lobby, they both were glam as all-get-out; onstage, ornery and the full LaBute.]
