With the world lurching into economic depression, the 2008 holiday season already ranked low in the joy department. And for us in the theater, Christmas Day—when people customarily exchange gifts, eat enormous meals, and give at least a passing thought to peace on earth and goodwill toward men—was edged in black at both ends. In the early morning, while kids snuck downstairs to see what Santa had brought, the news of Harold Pinter's death the evening before was flashing around the world; later that afternoon, with the lethargy induced by Christmas dinner starting to set in, came the announcement of Eartha Kitt's passing. Between them, the two events made a customary day of hope and new beginnings a further reminder of the... More >>>