Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom
"Because it has always been like that." I've no better explanation for why sharing the page is something that only happens to light reading - or to books that I didn't much care for - while practically the only way for a play to get its own page is to be a production of the Manhattan Theatre Club. If Portico is a work in progress, then some parts have progressed far beyond others.
Sheer perversity inspired me to pick the least-known play on the page to feature today. Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom is a sweet play that was given a good Off-Off-Broadway production a few years ago. It was produced with fewer resources than an affluent surburban high school could command, but the production was nonetheless entirely professional. At no time was the audience asked to make allowances for limitations. Such limitations as there were were both material and immaterial.
I'm looking foward to seeing The Drowsy Chaperone tonight. We saw Sarah Jones's fantastic Bridge & Tunnel just in time, two weeks ago, and we've got The History Boys next week. Plus a trio of Mostly Mozart dates. So much for a dead August!
