Sometimes it is a good thing to see a play, such as The Glory of the World, after it has opened and the various critics have taken their turns opinionating and bloviating as we all do. It is a good thing because sometimes a person can wonder, as I do now, “Did Charles Isherwood and I see the same play?” I guess so, but that is why I love the theatre. First of all, no two performances are identical because the theatre is alive. No two breaths are identical, and breath is the source of theatre. Each moment is unique and yesterday’s performance cannot be repeated, no matter how hard an actor tries. Second – it only seats one up here in my head. Therefore, even if we were at the same show together, you and I would see different productions. As Mr. Isherwood and I did.
Ed Weinberger is a fortunate man. Not only did he survive a bout with bladder stones and his prostate while in Italy, he has Ed Asner – raconteur extraordinare – on hand to tell the tale. Asner executes this task so well that it is only when you read the fine print that you realize that A Man And His Prostate is not Asner’s personal story. Even so – it’s pretty damn funny.