Fallen Angels. Playwright Noel Coward pours two cocktails into his two leading ladies; pours into them a bottle of champagne; pours into them liqueurs. At the middle of the champagne bottle they are quietly but firmly intoxicated; at the curtain they are swirling drunk. Mr. Coward accomplishes this genteel disintegration with impudent realism. Estelle Winwood encourages his impudence with important blurts and wabbles, including the removal of her shoes. To Fay Bainter, is allotted the task of growing more dignified and lady like with every gulp. All this consumes the second...
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