The theater lights dim. The audience hushes. It is that tingling, anticipatory moment before the curtain rises. Suddenly, bouzouki music shreds the air, and in orchestra seat D-113 Jean Kerr says with a trace of apprehension: "Sounds like we are back at Zorbd." The fear proves groundless. True, the initial setting is Greece, but the play, Forty Carats, is a frothy French farce from Pierre Barillet and Jean-Pierre Gredy, the team that wrote Cactus Flower. It is a comedy of new marital modes and manners, precisely the sort of show that people...
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