After last night’s performance of the AIDS play The Normal Heart, people were shattered, as they are every night.
At the after-party, I saw my old friend Joan Rivers and asked her thoughts.
“I was very uplifted at the end!” she beamed.
Oh, no. She wasn’t going to go there, was she? I love this woman.
“The doctor walked!” she explained. “It was a happy ending.”
“Yeah, she walked to take her curtain call,” I said. “Besides, she’s the one with polio, not AIDS.”
“You were so focused on the AIDS you couldn’t see the happy ending!” insisted Joan.
We laughed through our tears. And Joan did have a point about the symbolic optimism.
“I guess I didn’t see the happy ending of Anne Frank either,” I remarked.
And then Joan got serious and told me how “staggering” this Normal Heart is.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on April 26, 2011