Artists as Critics
As a Manhattan-born teenager at the High School of Art & Design on East 57th Street, I was star-struck. I would go to a Broadway show whenever I could afford it. I practically lived at the movies. I once raced through an end-term French exam so that I could catch the 2:30 p.m. showing of Boom!, playing down the street at the now-gone Trans Lux East. My big dream didn’t involve acting in productions or direc…