I’ve written here before that there is no artist in the theater today I admire more than George C. Wolfe, a writer and director blessed with the sharpest mind, the quickest wit, the wildest imagination and the fastest mouth in town. Without him, the theatrical landscape of the past 25 years would be inarguably flatter, whiter and duller. Consider his Broadway résumé alone: 1992’s Jelly’s Last Jam,…
SOURCE: Deadline at 08:30PM on April 28, 2016