So if you’re not busy drenching leftover turkey with tomato paste and zucchini cheese or whipping up some Betty Crocker casserole or drowning the thing with rice and noodles before freezing it or throwing it out, pay attention:
THE Golden Theatre’s newly opened “Seminar” got good notices. Star Lily Rabe got great notices.
“It’s a sort of complicated love story,” she says. “The teacher in a post- graduate seminar is a genius and a horror to work with. I play a post- grad in a nonexistent writing career. We meet once a week for writing — and romance.”
This mean onstage sex?
“No. Groping. The sex is supposedly offstage. The show is happy delicious fun. I do lots of onstage creative eating. Not the most elegant food. Not tea and crumpets. I love onstage eating. Mostly because I just love eating, which I always do after the show. With nervousness, you can’t have dinner beforehand.”
Daughter of the late actress Jill Clayburgh and playwright David Rabe, Lily was raised in the theater. So were they helpful in her career?
“No. When I was little I had ballet, but mom and dad kept me away from the arts. In high school I wasn’t into sports and didn’t know what to do. Acting was all I ever wanted, which they thought was a horrible idea. I was stubborn. Wouldn’t accept their help. But when they saw my work, they switched thinking and began giving me mental and emotional support.
“Look, I grew up around this. I know what it’s like to not be able to plan vacations. Not knowing when the next thing’s coming. No control of schedule.
“Fortunately, I have mom’s keepsakes. We were indescribably close and shared an apartment together. We were the same height. We shared clothes. I wear her beautiful engagement ring on my right finger. Never take it off.
“We had a huge huge West Side apartment. I was born in a similar Upper West Side apartment. Now I live downtown in Gramercy Park. With my dog.
“As my mother aged, her eyesight worsened. She never wore contacts. She’d tell me, ‘I cannot see the audience at all. I can’t wait until you have your vision go. For a stage actress, it’s the best.’ ”
REMEMBER Warren Beatty? He’s making a comeback. Writing, directing, starring with maybe Alec Baldwin, Annette Bening, Owen Wilson, Jack Nicholson, Justin Timberlake and thousands more in a film about Howard Hughes . . . Steven Soderbergh was to direct “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.” Well, he won’t. He ankled . . . Marilu Henner doing a book about health. Her ninth. Nothing’s left about the subject except how you lose it.
GOVERNOR Pataki, post-flight weary, schlepping luggage through LAX Terminal 6 . . . More travel news: Continental first class, LA to Newark, “Law and Order’s” Dann Florek, while passengers watching TV screens eyed him on “Law and Order SVU” . . . West 23rd’s Clearview Cinema. Bruce Littlefield reports Jerry Stiller’s Capital One Bank commercial accompanying “Tower Heist” starring son Ben Stiller.
TO boost ratings, Anderson Cooper’s done stuff on smoking, feces on cellphones, germs in handbags, everything but a live appendectomy. Mumbles are he’s personally unthrilled with his afternoon talk show. What he’d like is to sit in Regis’ old seat . . . From a skin doctor: Rubbing turkey fat on your face makes you look younger. So, listen, if next week you hear me go, “Gobble, gobble” . . . Flapper fashions in director Baz Luhrmann’s soon-due “The Great Gatsby” turning designers back to 1920 beaded loose sheaths.
UN Secretary General Ban Ki Moon and guests at Le Perigord . . . Duke of Marlborough’s brother Lord Charles Spencer Churchill at Primola . . . Susan Sarandon and daughter Eva both inhaling mussels fra diavolo at Flex Mussels . . . Henry Winkler not dining anywhere, just in deep thought ambling West 57th . . . Who’s noshing at Caroline’s on Broadway I don’t know, but I know who’s working there New Year’s Eve: Kevin Nealon, Gilbert Gottfried, Richard Lewis, Jeffrey Ross.
A frightened woman received an envelope marked “Request for Immediate Action — Time Sensitive Material Enclosed, Warning: $2,000 Fine for Any Person Interfering With or Obstructing Delivery of This Letter, U.S. Mail TTT. 18 U.S. Code, To Be Opened By Addressee Only, Please Respond Within Five days.”
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