"Trying to anticipate any theater season," said a critic, "is like wiping off the lipstick before you've kissed the girl." Last week the girl was getting ready to be kissed. Trying out on the road before the hoped-for move to Broadway, new shows were primping frantically amid the desperate attentions of play doctors, angels, producers and producers' wives.
Goldilocks, a musical visit to the Cro-Magnon days of moviemaking, was singing just a bit off key in Philadelphia, and its authors, Critic Walter Kerr and his wife Jean (Please Don't Eat the Daisies), were...
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