Spring is here, but the shortsighted gang of money-grubbing sadists who pompously call themselves the League of American Theatres and Producers, Inc., won't let critical boys and girls go out to play, only to see plays. Every April, they jam their tiresome heap of retreads and imports into the few weeks before the Tony nominations close. When you think about it, the nominating committee should be far more offended than I am: the producers' underlying assumption being that even the nominators will have forgotten, by May 1, any show that opens before April Fools' Day. I've frequently offered my simple solution for this dilemma—"produce memorable plays"—but the producers never adopt it, confirming my suspicion that they hate the theater almost as much as the rest... More >>>