Someone
finally stood up to Elaine Stritch and her expense antics. Read about it
in The Post
here.
I laughed out loud when I read this today, because it brought back a lot of memories.
As the
former Associate Company Manager for the Broadway production of Livent's
Show Boat, I can
tell you that a lot of these exact same bills crossed my desk every week.
If Elaine went outside of the hotel room where she lived, we
got charged for hair, limo, massages, the works.
My favorite Elaine memory was the day I got a letter from her with a receipt for close to $200 from Orso, at least six months after she left the show. There was a note attached. "Dear Steve," (she called me Steve, don't ask me why), "Garth and I were supposed to have dinner this week, but he canceled his trip. So . . . he told me to have dinner on him. Here's the bill."
The real funny part? We were instructed to pay it. Maybe that's one of the reasons the company that produced some of the grandest productions of its time went bankrupt.
You gotta love
Elaine. Talented and ballsy.
Maybe she
should give up acting and produce, with mad skills like that. I'd like to
see what she would do if someone submitted hair bills to her.
And good for Michael Riedel of The Post (and of Theater Talk) for slipping this tidbit to Page 6 on the other side of his office.
Maybe we should all submit our hair expenses to the U.S. Treasury.
I mean--it's not like they're spending their money (uh, I mean your money) on anything better.
And think what it'd do for morale.
I call it Follicular Bailout.
Posted by: Richard | April 16, 2009 at 11:42 AM