I thank Finke for being a member of the media who knows the truth about The Donald. And those yuck people on that show — I don’t know who is worse than that thing called Omarosa. The remaining people vying for the job are just as hideous. I’d love to see the winner survive a year in their new position. They’ll be fired as soon as Donald trades in his wig, which should be soon, judging on how badly it’s looking.
As an addendum, Finke could write that if Trump was going to be honest in his book, he’d say the only way to get rich is to have a daddy who gives you your only job, then takes it over and loses it all and has the banks bail his sorry ass out of $900 million of debt, then screws all of his investors again when he becomes a famous host for a reality television show. Frankly, as a New Yorker, I am appalled that this egomaniac is allowed on television, no matter how interesting the show seems.
Regarding Steven Mikulan’s review of Daisy in the Dreamtime[“Going Native,” April 2–8], it really is a pity that such a magnificent and resonant piece of theater was wasted on someone with such juvenile sensibilities. I can hardly believe that a theater critic actually articulated the desire that “the characters be more black and white.” It makes me wanna cry out, “Then stay home and watch soap operas, movies of the week, and Survivor!” Let the rest of us go to the theater for the opportunity to be moved by the complex rainbow of human nature written by a thought-provoking, passionate writer and portrayed in complex, layered performances by a cast of incomparably brilliant actors. Jeez. Where’d all the grown-up L.A. Weekly critics go?