Matt and I saw Angela Lansbury and Marian Seldes in Deuce last week. It’s gotten mediocre reviews, but at the special price of three bucks a ticket, who’s going to turn down a chance to see Angela Lansbury live on stage?

Umm… that sounded so much less insulting in my head.

Anyway, the play isn’t very good. Nothing much happens, and there’s one character, a middle-aged tennis fan, who basically beats you over the head with the show’s theme. There were a couple of times where I nearly nodded off.

But it was worth it for the pleasure of watching two veteran actresses on stage. I’ve loved Marian Seldes every time I’ve seen her in something – including the time she walked past me on the Columbus Circle subway platform as I was waiting for an uptown 1 train. (As Charles Isherwood wrote a couple of days ago in the Times, “if you have not seen Marian Seldes on a New York stage, you are not a true New Yorker.”) In fact, it was worth it just to hear Ms. Seldes use the four-letter “C” word.

As for Angela Lansbury, she does a fine job with her material. I’ve finally seen her on a Broadway stage, so she can die now.

Umm… that sounded so much less insulting in my head.