Today at the DBR: Not best pleased by The Columnist.

Today at the DBR: A few words about Regrets, at MTC.

Today at the DBR: The taxi driver taking us home after the performance of Standing on Ceremony takes us for tourists — imagine! — and I have no choice but to stake my claim as a native. Richard Thomas moves us to tears, and Paul Rudnick’s lines have us in stitches. (Just reading the header of this entry crumples me with hilarity — I think that it’s a case of humor actually fermenting and becoming more potent.) What I didn’t mention was our pre-theatre snack at the Vagabond Café in Cornelia Street, a semi-self-serve bar with great panini and a group of NYU grad students who do a very passable early Dave Brubeck. How collegiate is that?

And check out the new look. We’re in the process of setting ourselves on Fire.  

Today at the DBR: Despite a case of the vapors — it’s time for another Remicade infusion — I went out last night to see Venus in Fur, which showcases the I-can-do-anything genius of Nina Arianda. Hugh Dancy’s great, too, but he probably wouldn’t look as great in Ms Arianda’s underwear. What Nina Arianda can do better than anything else is scare you to death.