Broadway revived almost a record number of plays last week:
Lady Windermere's Fan (by Oscar Wilde; produced by Homer Curran in association with Russell Lewis & Howard Young) is second-rate Wilde and 54 years old. Its always trumpery plot, fitted out with soliloquies and asides, has become the quaint tosh of which burlesques are made. Its dialogue can be high-flown as well as sharp-cut, and some of its epigrams are distinctly tarnished.
But it has its very bright side too. It has some of Wilde's most glittering sayings ("Experience . . . is simply the name men give to their mistakes"; "I can...
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