For non-American readers it may be useful to know that Broadway, off Broadway and off off Broadway refers to the number of seats a theatre has. Off off Broadway theatres have less than 100 seats.
THE STORY STARTS
I don't know why Max Somerfield, the New York Times drama critic, hates me and my Brooklyn Actors Group so much. He hasn't ever given us one good review. He criticises the BAG actors and actresses and even our Stage Manager.
BAG people call Max "a charmless cunt", "an ignorant prick", "a witless wanker", "a talentless turd", "a genital wart", "artistic genital herpes", "a toilet bowl stain" and such like.
My favourite is "Mr Condom". Max is called this because he doesn't allow artistic expression to fertilise.
Our lead actor, Pip said "If Max was on fire I wouldn't waste my piss to save the bastard's life. I would take out my prick and piss in the opposite direction just to watch his face."
James, another actor, said "If Max were married I would fuck his wife in front of him, on his wedding anniversary, on our stage. and send him the video as a present."
An actress replied "I pity the poor bitch that marries Max."
Our stage manager, Heather, observation was "I hope they don't have any children. One Max in America is one too many." She probably hated Max even more than I did because she provides us with excellent stage settings for the limited budget we provide her with. Max forgets that she only has one tenth of the budget that a Broadway production has.
An actor said "He was a waste of his father's sperm and his mother's egg."
Continuing the conception theme another actress said "Let's hope there's nothing in genetics."
This was a quote from Guys and Dolls, made by the long suffering police officer to the likeable rogue character played by Frank Sinatra,
ABOUT BAG
BAG has made its home in an off off Broadway theatre, which is quite an achievement for a Brooklyn Actor's collective. Probably the most unkind thing Max wrote was "BAG started with good intentions, but has got lost in an off off Broadway cul de sac. It needs to go back to its founding principles and start once again with the vigorous and eventful plays and staging. It needs root and branch reform."
Sometimes, well often, Max's reviews get me riled up. I take refuge in the fact that many people still come to watch my plays despite his reviews. But it takes me days to put a bad Max review behind me.
Sometimes I decide not to read them. But then, hope springs eternal, and I throw caution to the wind and I read it. I chastise myself for being weak and giving in to my curiosity.
In the privacy of my small Brooklyn apartment I have been known to shout "Fuck Max and fuck his fucking reviews.” By now my neighbours must know who Max is, even if they don't read that rag he writes for.
Every time Max reviews us he says how crap we are, although he uses more elaborate language. In my opinion BAG is capable of filling off Broadway theatres. But his reviews keep us in our smaller venue.
Perhaps its because Max isn't married and is sexually frustrated. We BAG members feel that, if he got a good shag, the miserable bastard might lighten up. Then we heard that Max had got engaged. BAG members were hopeful of good reviews.
As one actor said "Perhaps Max getting a leg over may give us a leg up to a bigger venue theatre."