Last weekend, a friend of mine gave me some gentle ribbing about the public profession of my crushes in this space (by the way, Happy Birthday, Liz Blake!) As I think I’ve said before and will say again, one of the many reasons I enjoy theater is that I love great actresses, respect them, am in awe of them, find them fascinating, intriguing, uncommonly intelligent and incredibly attractive. And I write that with the hopefully understood follow-on statement that more than 16 years ago I was extremely lucky to convince the most beautiful actress I know to marry me, and so I’m not trolling around looking for a replacement (though I often tell the children I am…)
Anyway, while I love me some actresses, last night was all about the boys. If you are a fan of dark, dangerous and dashing young men, then “Henry IV, Part 2” should be a top-of-the-page addition to your must-see list. Normally, the fiery Tony Santiago (who was so good in last year’s “Spinning into Butter”) would satisfy the hunk quotient for any show but here he is just one of nearly a half dozen pieces of male eye-candy. There’s also Brandon Crowder who has something of a young Brad Pitt (remember him burning up “Thelma and Louise”?) about him and then the wild-eyed Joseph Anthony Carlson, who shows enough naked torso during the evening to set many a heart to racing.
And of course, there is the reprise of Phillip James Brown as Prince Henry, a bit shaggier than last summer but with every ounce of sex-appeal still intact. I’ll have more to say about the show itself in a few days, but Shakespeare notwithstanding, there are a lot of hot, talented men steaming up the Agecroft stage these days. If that floats your boat, I’d rush out and see the show before they catch fire and disappear.