Monday, September 29, 2014

THE OFF BROADWAY PALM THEATRE

THE LITTLE THEATRE WITH THE BIG SHOWS!

The Off Broadway Palm Theatre is located just off the main lobby inside Broadway Palm.  The Off Broadway is a 100-seat theatre with a great view from every seat!  The doors open a half hour prior to showtime for seating. If you chose to have dinner with us, the dining is in a separate dining room. 


PRICES:
Evenings $51 
Matinees $47
Show Only $31 


BETTER LATE

SEPTEMBER 18 - NOVEMBER 1, 2014

The side-splitting, yet touching, comedy about Julian Nussbaum, who, due to illness, is forced to move in with his ex-wife and her new husband. As the days pass, the laughter builds and the awkward situation spirals further and further out of control. 


 Tonight I went to see Better Late at the Off Broadway venue. Currently, I'm immersed deeply into the 7 seasons of The West Wing on Netflix. As I enjoy an actor, I hop onto Twitter and tweet them. Mostly complimenting and once I get a dialogue going, we tweet back and forth.. information and innocuous verbiage back and forth and it thrills me to death!! (I amuse easily)

I don't think the people in the local area understand that WE, the local people who are able to venture to The Broadway Palm Dinner Theatre avails us of INCREDIBLE and delicious Chef-prepared Meals, fabulous personalized service by the staff, the musicians, office staff, as well as brilliant productions. I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO TWITTER TO START A DIALOGUE WITH THEM. All I have to do is wait for the end of that particular show, go to the lounge/bar area and MEET THEM, live and in color and we talk, laugh and get to enjoy and get to know each other. (and MORE FUN!!! I get to 'friend' them on facebook and keep up with the same people off stage so easily and Please Know that I am so humbled by their friendships. EVERYONE, to the last person listed on the play bills, is so wonderful, conversant and nice to me. Again, totally humbling to me.. thank you all. I adore your work down to the last person ever to grace either stage of The Broadway Palm. Thank you, all.) Everyone in this venue is accessible. This is practically unheard of in many other venues where we get to enjoy a production, a musical, whatever. Broadway Palm ALLOWS us to mingle, compliment and 'hang with' their wonderful actors, et al, OFF the stage.

Tonight I was privileged to sit in the audience of an intimate setting of 100 comfortable seats. The cast was basically ALMOST within touching distance. When we watch them, we can almost imagine they are speaking directly to us.

Better Late is a production by Larry Gelbart.. recognize him? Before his death on 9-11-09 was an American television writer, playwrite, screenwriter and author most famous as a creator and producer of the record-breaking hit TV show, M*A*S*H, so right here, the thought and intelligence behind Better Late has already been established.

Mr Gelbart, noted for his soliloquy-esque form of dialogue and that it is incredibly intense and extended, is not lost on this production. I have to sometimes need the use of a name tag, clipped upside down so I can read it, these actors, with their amazingly vibrant and fluid and limber brains seem to remember reams and reams of verbiage and interactive dialogue throughout nearly two hours of constant back and forth.. sometimes exploding in angst and anger. Totally invigorating banter.

Something else about this production deals with a man and woman, who met while she was married to another man. They instantly fell in love and she had to extricate herself from her current relationship, read: marriage.

After the divorce and re-marriage of the lead (and only female in this production: Nora ~ brilliantly played by Nancy Antonio) such a brave and wonderful girl starting the production in a slip.. good one!

to Lee, played by Robert Summers, a master in this performance portraying rage and anger (frankly, I can't deal with that much anger without popping a vein in my forehead and passing out for just shooting someone the 'stink eye' and he has to portray it night after night, sometimes for two shows a day),

and Nora's former husband who suffers a stroke and has to move in with them, Julian ~ played by John Noble and Julian who is amazing as an invalid.. good one, John!

Nora's son, Billy, played by John Keckeisen has his own issues leading to his divorce, but with the interaction and stress of everyone living in everyone else's space and old feelings are brought up and discussed, Billy's situation is sort of sidelined until he has to tell his step-dad (Lee) that he and his wife are divorcing, to which Lee attempts to get him back on track to try to save the marriage.

This production and the gift of the actors to the audience brings us face to face with reality, and mortality. And way beyond. In some ways, pretty gut-wrenching, occasionally funny as all get out but putting that reality up close and right in front of us. Sometimes the laughter was uncomfortable, sometimes with gladness of the actually amusing and laughable.

Good job, peeps.. you kept us riveted, uncomfortable and in the end assuaged our moments of fleeting discomfort letting us realize that we were privy to some incredible acting and a HECK of a lot of brilliant dialogue.. thank you so much. Rock ON, and break many legs for the duration of this great production and beyond.



      

http://www.broadwaypalm.com/Content/default.asp 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

more of my daily life..

while i'm all enamored watching and enjoying tv, Sonny (the other half of my parakeets, the seemingly main half, his lady, Cher ~ what can I say, daughter-girl named them and thought that was amusing.. well, she doesn't live w them.. ) but I digress.. Sonny, when he's tired, rings his bell.. so it starts with one tap/ring.. then if I dont' shut stuff down and turn off the tv, he adds more tap/rings.. ring.. ring.. then he gets REALLY tired of waiting for me to turn off tv and hit the sack, he starts SERIOUSLY ringing the damn thing.. ring-ring-ring-ring.. then he starts bitching.. ack! ack!! ack!!! in the most annoying bitching sounding sound.. so I pick up a squirt bottle and just show it to him.. he immediately shuts up and sits on his branch and gives me the parakeet version of the Stink Eye.. then he falls asleep and then falls off said branch and scares himself nearly to death.. silly bird.. and I continue to watch tv..

Daily Funnies.. what day did this happen??

DAMN! what appalls the fiery, bloody hell out of me is when I wake up in the middle of the night to wander to the 'little room' and I walk like my gramma who's been dead for over 15 years. Like some of the old geezers who wander these hallowed swfl halls, streets, market places, etc: head thrust forward, shoulders hunched and feet shuffling.  Since I never walked like this 20 years ago, and hardly ever have sleep overs w someone of the opposite sex because of this new and unfortunate way to get around, I want a mulligan.. a do-over.. I want to know WHAT effing day this happened? (this and the bat wings under my arms.) When I have someone of the opposite sex over, or my daughter.. so I don't freak them out by the hobbling, I straighten up and 'model walk' across the hall from my bedroom, exercise my right to shut the bathroom door and inwardly groan b/c that lie of omission of my walking and saying, "Ow, Ow, Ow" is not what I'll allow anyone else, but me to hear. Thus not embarrassing either of us.  At this point in my life, being closer to 100 years old than I was, said 20 years ago, I need to remind MYSELF that FOR myself, I NEED to 'hop' out of bed and 'model walk' to the bathroom, and shut the moaning the hell up and portray myself TO myself that, by all that is holy in the universe and In MY universe, that I can whip this 'old shit' in the butt..   They (whom so ever this 'they' is) were right when they said, 'gettin old ain't for the faint of heart.' damn them all.