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...Nathan Lane Broadway?s greatest star ever? You could make the argument. With him hamming it up as theatrical impresario Max Bialystock, The Producers is a sellout smash; with anybody else in the role, it?s just another struggling Broadway musical. If he takes a liking to a project - a revival of Butley, say, which he starred in last year in Boston - it is immediately eyed as a possible candidate for Broadway. And if he wants to revive a little-known Stephen Sondheim musical - and not just star in it, but rewrite the thing too - darned...
...what?s most amazing about Lane?s update of The Frogs, Sondheim and Burt Shevelove?s musical version of Aristophanes originally staged in a swimming pool at Yale in 1974, is that he?s turned it into a play about George W. Bush. In the Greek original, Dionysos, the god of theater, travels to the underworld to choose which of Athens? two late, great playwrights, Aeschylus or Euripides, should return to earth. Shevelove updated it by making the battle between George Bernard Shaw and William Shakespeare. Lane keeps those playwrights but adds a twist: Dionysos wants to bring back Shaw...
...friend traveling back to Sydney along the Hume Highway several months ago reckons she saw Labor leader Mark Latham driving on the city's outskirts; the man appeared to be in deep thought as he passed her vehicle. He remained in the overtaking lane, declining to move into the vacant left lane, as he drove out of sight. Typical, she thought: the maverick, disregarding the rules. She wasn't 100% sure it was Latham, although it sounds plausible. But until Latham outs himself over a breach of the motorists' code, I'm inclined to think it was someone else, another...
...Dutch coxswain, looking to disrupt the Crimson’s momentum and create an uneven surface, steered his rowers into Harvard’s lane on more than occasion, each time prompting a warning from race officials...
Late one afternoon in May, a large group of people wearing name tags gathered under the shade of a giant tulip poplar tree on the south terrace of Monticello. As the last of the day's tourists were taken by shuttle bus down the winding, single-lane road leading away from the hilltop home, this lingering band nibbled on cheese cubes and sipped red wine as they admired the building's imposing white columns and soaring rotunda. These lingerers were more than tourists, more than guests. They were Jefferson's family. Many breathed a sigh of relief that the 90?...