A wistful rumination not just on missed recognition and lost opportunity in the theatre - but on aging itself. Above all this is a lovely and loving tribute not only to the profession but to accepting the passage of time perhaps not with entirely 'gracious' regret, but with wry wit and self deprecation.
A wistful rumination not just on missed recognition and lost opportunity in the theatre - but on aging itself. Above all this is a lovely and loving tribute not only to the profession but to accepting the passage of time perhaps not with entirely 'gracious' regret, but with wry wit and self deprecation.
