While Peter Marks continues his little lost matchgirl act on the streets of Manhattan, desperate for the affection from the NYT, who failed to love him in that specific Bridget Jonesy way he was hoping for, Post Critic Tricia Olszewski has been keeping it real, working the town that pays her to work. And guess what, she likes us. She really likes us.
That's one big wet kiss! And Trish, much gratitude. A lot of peeps might shy away from something they were supposed to read in the ninth grade. Many others might still be pumping spastic dry-heaves through their abdomen after seeing what Demi Moore did to the story. And props for noticing the scenes between Olshansky and Scotty. Those scenes are tight and maybe a little undersung.
No love for the Firewater song, though? Trish, Trish, Trish. I've been waiting my whole life to do a show with a Firewater song on the ST!
Anyhoo, you don't have to take my word for it, you can see what Tricia has to say and reach the same conclusion: we roll large. If you want to catch the show, here's the jump-off.
(By the way, that version of "Tainted Love" she speaks of is by Coil.)