Last night I drove down to Venice Beach to see my friend Linda Bisesti in a show called Fire Eater. It was about the potato famine in Ireland... and also Lesbianism for some reason. The two topics don't seem as though they go well together. And—big surprise—they don't. Linda was really good, though, in a small part. Her scene in Act II is probably the best-written piece of the show. The show is not horrible, but rather flat. The writing is interesting, but not good, if you know what I mean. On the upside, there is nudity. I do love nudity when I go see theatre,
especially when it’s not gratuitous.
Dialect always seems to be a problem with theatre in Los Angeles and this is so strange to me. I mean, why cast someone if they can't do the dialect?
At any rate, it was lovely seeing Linda, and we got to hang out for quite a while after the show was over.