Also, you will be mocked in cartoons.

Caught Orson's Shadow this evening at Circuit Playhouse. It's the second in a series of plays about plays that have come to mark the end of this season at that company (the first being The Complete Female Stage Beauty which was quite good, and the last being The Producers which opens next week). The cast, save the fellow playing Orson Welles, was composed of veteran performers--Welles was, sadly, played by a 22-year-old who really didn't measure up, although in a couple of years he will probably be a force to be reckoned with.

The synposis at Wikipedia is as good as any, but I wanted to note one thing about the show. At the end, Joan Plowright (as the only surviving member of the cast) tells the others their fates: Vivian Leigh and Kenneth Tynan die of various contracted diseases, Lawrence Olivier's career fades, slowly, and Orson Welles never quite fulfills the promise of his early success.

I wanted so badly for her to tell Welles that in spite of his relative failure, he would launch the career of a singing frog and his friends. When I mentioned this to the actress playing Joan Plowright, she gave me a blank stare, which broke my heart. I may not have seen Citizen Kane until I was in my thirties, but dammit, I know who offered the standard Rich & Famous contract to Kermit.