Friday again, and time for the weekly postmortem…er, Wall Street Journal drama-column teaser. This time around I slit the throat of Lennon and report on Terrence McNally’s Dedication or The Stuff of Dreams:

I give the cast full credit for trying to make something out of nothing, but halfway through the first act I was muttering, “Bring on the deranged assassin!” Alas, “Lennon” needed no Mark David Chapman to supply the coup de gr

Friday again, and time for the weekly postmortem…er, Wall Street Journal drama-column teaser. This time around I slit the throat of Lennon and report on Terrence McNally’s Dedication or The Stuff of Dreams:

I give the cast full credit for trying to make something out of nothing, but halfway through the first act I was muttering, “Bring on the deranged assassin!” Alas, “Lennon” needed no Mark David Chapman to supply the coup de gr