A production of the late Ira Levin‘s mystery play Deathtrap won’t return to the L.A. Gay and Lesbian Center after all because Levin’s three sons, who control his estate, didn’t like two things about the production:
1) The nudity. (The aspiring writer character, named Clifford, disrobed at one point and showed his bare butt for about 30 seconds.)
2) The overt physicality between Clifford and his older mentor, Sidney (this even though the original 1978 play featured a kiss between those two, as did the 1982 movie version with Christopher Reeve and Michael Caine, and the recent London revival featuring Jonathan Groff and Simon Russell Beale).
The real mystery here is…what’s the problem?
And if it was going to be done at a Gay Center, of all places, why would you make them sublimate the sexual stuff?
I wish Ira was alive to explain.