He's written, directed, choreographed, scored and stars in a gospel-themed play that opened last night for a limited run at Manhattan's Beacon Theater.
No, his name is not Tyler Perry.
During every scene change, vertical shades on John's office windows are lowered dramatically, as if to underscore a question asked by John and Carol 20 times in 75 minutes: "Do you see?" The two never actually do, and that divide between the sexes is worth exploring. But Broadway's Oleanna, which wants to provoke, has effectively been reduced to an inside joke—the blinds leading the blind.
If you've read any of Fisher's best sellers or seen Postcards from the Edge, much of the material in Wishful Drinking will be familiar and you may be wishful that revelations ran deeper than swimming pools (she grew up with three) and Pez dispensers (her face tops one). But with Fisher's winning wit and gift for gab you're glad to sit around and laugh with her for a couple of hours.
Heads up if you're near the corner of LaGuardia Place and Washington Square South at 9:15 p.m. through Sunday. You might get trampled, or at least jostled. The 2 1/4-hour first act of the hot-ticket Othello at NYU's Skirball Center ends then, and a stampede of people flees for the exits, with no plan of returning for another hour and a half.