Now, that's @#!#in' Drama!

David Mamet's Glengarry Glen Ross is brought to you by the letter "f." We caught the expletive-filled, high-octane revival last night, and I'm glad to finally have caught a Tony-nominated performance from this season. Alan Alda and Liev Schreiber are superb, and Tom Wopat (who I'll never really believe as a stage actor) turns in an inexcusably snubbed performance. Gordon Clapp was fine, and his big exit gets the applause, but Wopat's was the most fully realized character in the joint.

Come to think of it, the straight plays this season seem to have the musicals completely beat out... Doubt, Reckless, Pillowman, new productions of Virginia Woolf and Twelve Angry Men... can't really complain. Even if Scoundrels and Piazza aren't all that good, as John seems to think, we've got more new productions opening than any time recently that I can recall, and that can only be a good thing.