Jul 10, 2005
So the former child star tries another ironic comeback route. I was intrigued by this mainly because I happened to see Mr. Feldman and his strikingly proportioned new wife at a performance of Lydia in Bed at Theatre of NOTE a few months ago. Feldman sat, wearing the black sunglasses of practiced anonymity, in the front row. In fact, I didn't recognize him; someone had to point him out to me.
In another piece of scurrilous news in which others are more clued in than I: Yet another critical colleague based here in Gotham has confirmed the rumor about the L.A. Times' imminent hiring of a lead theatre critic, after leaving the post vacant for 3 1/2 years. Actually, what my source said was "they haven't hired but are close to hiring" the new scribe, but more than that he can't say because he's sworn to secrecy. (But he did confirm that it's not this writer).
Finally, I can testify to the usefulness of the Big Cheap Theatre board, where I found the listing for Celia Anne Brown's sublet in Cobble Hill and acted on it immediately.
Brooklyn, here I come.
Posted by Rob Weinert-Kendt at 9:43 AM