The vast old movie palace sat on the Atlantic City boardwalk like an aging burlesque queen living on a Minsky pension. Fading nudes hung in the garish foyer; tired stars peeled off the blue-sky ceiling. The place was so big that a dusty curtain divided it in half, and on the working side there were still 1,310 seats. It was hardly the setting for an intimate, sophisticated new drama: Dear Liar, an adaptation by Actor Jerome Kilty of the famed letters between George Bernard Shaw and Victorian Actress Stella (Mrs. Patrick) Campbell. Nor was it precisely right for the stars:...
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