As the person who caused the only professional New York production of a play by Scribe in the 20th century, I'm entitled to speak: The well-made play is not the enemy. To say it is—and I have many Downtown colleagues, including some at this paper, who do say so—is like saying that, since we now have laser surgery, the scalpel is the chief cause of operating-room malpractice. Sure—if your surgeon doesn't know what he's doing. But when he takes out the working kidney instead of the diseased one, or carves his initials on the uterine wall, it makes sense to sue the doctor, not the scalpel. Now if only our university-trained theatricians, with their jargon and their theories, could be that sensible, and worry about what might cure our theatrical ills, instead of whether the instruments employed were the latest models, New York might show some signs of aesthetic... More >>>