Watching Everything Burn
Watching Everything Burn

Goddamn it! COVID-19, you bastard. This one hurts, all. Especially as Broadway has gone dark.

Illustration for article titled RIP, Terrence McNally
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I was just the other day thinking about Terrence McNally and his oeuvre, because the quarantine has inspired the [unrelated] MasterClass streaming service to bombard the hell out of my YouTube ads. I’m scoffing at their loose interpretation of “master class” and all the ways the likes of Dan Brown and Paul Krugman are not Maria Callas.

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In addition to Master Class, I also loved Love! Valor! Compassion!; Corpus Christi; Lips Together, Teeth Apart; Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune; The Full Monty (the Broadway musical version); Kiss of the Spider Woman; and Things That Go Bump in the Night.

How is everyone doing? What are you doing?
I cannot help but note Kinja has suggested the tags “Bottoms farting on other bottoms” and “Don’t forget [to wash] your legs and feet”. I love you, CLT-ers. Never change.

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