On the subject of theatrical debacles, Quentin Tarantino, strikingly terrible actor and singularly shameless individual, is taking to the stage in a revival of a play called Wait Until Dark (the basis of a 1967 film with Audrey Hepburn). Co-starring Marisa Tomei, it opened recently in Boston, and so far, critics have been almost unanimous in their disapproval of the production and, in particular, of Tarantino, who plays - God help us - a psycho killer. "Giggles rather than gasps," said the Boston Herald. "Excruciating," complained the Boston Globe, which described the Tarantino method thus: "straightforward recitation in which his hands do more acting than any other part of his body." With this kind of buzz, there could be picketers forming by the time the production arrives in New York next week.
On the subject of would-be actors who should hang on to their day jobs, Christopher Darden, best known as assistant prosecutor in the OJ trial, appeared last week in a TV movie, fatally titled Crimes of Passion: One Hot Summer Night. In a variation on a suspiciously familiar scenario, Darden played a detective investigating the murder of a sports tycoon; the prime suspects were his widow and her lover. Just how bad was it? New York's Daily News called it the "murder-mystery version of Showgirls", and said, "compared to Darden, Elizabeth Berkley is Meryl Streep".Reuse content