At some point in L.A.’s noir past, a young dreamer named Dick Watson pulled into Union Station to make it big in L.A. theater — not as an actor, but as a stage manager. Unfortunately, Dick was a crappy stage manager who blew cues left and right, killing dozens of shows across town. He worked so much because he worked for free — he figured at least that would be a smart move. One day, during the drought of ’43, his body was found rotting in the dried sludge of the L.A. River. The last words anybody remembers him saying were “Cue 27, fade to black, go.” That was in the middle of Nina’s great Act 1 monologue... More >>>