Two Hundred Forty Nine

In a sumptuous hotel suite in Switzerland, aging novelist and playwright Sir Hugo Latymer (Martin Wilson) nervously awaits the arrival of a very old flame, actress Carlotta Gray (Lorraine James), with whom he had rancorously split decades before and not met since. Apprehensive and vulnerable in his fading health, he bullies his wife and business manager of 20 years, Hilde (Kelley Hirst), a German refugee, who reassures him as she sets out for dinner with a longtime lesbian friend.

In 1965, when Noël Coward wrote A Song at Twilight for the London stage, the words “out” and “closeted” did not mean what they do today. How could they? Homosexual sex was still a criminal offense under English law, and being openly gay could — and did — land people in jail. But the ethical and emotional ramifications of a life lived in secret, especially for a writer’s life, are at the heart of this very late work by a playwright whose homosexuality was well-known but never acknowledged.

Ostensibly inspired by the memoirs of W. Somerset Maugham, who omitted any mention of his 30-year liaison with his secretary, Gerald Haxton, and by an event recounted in a biography of the writer and caricaturist Max Beerbohm, “A Song at Twilight” seems nonetheless utterly autobiographical — and it must have seemed even more so to its original audiences, watching the aging, ailing, closeted author play an aging, ailing, closeted author.

Mr. Coward called it his most serious play, and it certainly cuts through the familiar, waggish Coward persona to reveal a semblance of real heartbreak underneath.

Two Hundred Forty Three

I’m thrilled to have participated with Dramatic Theatre in their Winnipeg Fringe Festival production of Vampire Lesbians of Sodom.
I’m also happy that so many people were pleased with our show; some people came more than once to see it, liking it as much or even more.
As sad as I am that it’s over, I’m worn out and relieved it’s over. Hopefully I’ll do this show again, maybe see someone else fill the role of The Dreaded Succubus.
What would’ve made this entire experience even better is if Charles Busch himself made an appearance in the audience. I imagined taking a selfie with him, but alas, I’ll have to go to him or be in his play in New York to get close to him.
Thank you Justin Danyluk for casting someone like me in this role. Had this been a Mainstage play, I wouldn’t have been considered for any of the roles on this play.
Thank you cast and crew, for your dedication to the rehearsals and your uniqueness to the roles you played.
Thank you to my family for coming out to see me in this show and for your many words of gratitude.
Thank you to my fellow volunteers, for when I wasn’t performing, I was selling beer tickets or picking up garbage, for your company and for your collaboration.
Thank you fellow actors for the wonderful shows you conceived and brought to our lives, making the summer even more entertaining.

Another year, another Fringe, another credit on my resumé.




Another play might be just around the corner. Stay tuned.

Now, for real life to start. Ugh.

Actually, I believe that 2 vampires were enough. ;)