Lord knows Mr. Langella doesn’t shirk his duties as the center of attention. It’s fun to watch him avert his eyes in contained distaste from the spectacle of his fellow mortals’ shortcomings or clutch the back of a chair to steady himself when receiving life-shattering information, the only betrayal that his equanimity has been shaken. On the few occasions when he raises his voice, you don’t doubt that Heaven can hear him. Such regal deportment evokes the days when grand stars like the Barrymores presided over plays.
We then retired to the Opening Night party at Espace, but stayed only a short time. We were both tired, with a lot of work to do this week. Plus our table mates spoke of nothing but the election & politics as soon as we sat down... How rude. But all in all, a wonderful evening...
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