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Theater Review: Just 45 Minutes From Broadway

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"Wow, you're really going all out!" my friend Kiel said, giving me the old once-over as we strolled down the Bavarian beer mug image that is Saturday night in downtown Santa Monica. "What do ya mean... I dress up sometimes, when the occasion calls for it," I argued, adjusting the safety pin on my pink polka dot dress and tripping over absolutely nothing at all in my brand-new vintage pumps. "Besides," I pleaded as I led the way into the stunning Edgemar building "My Grandma always said, it's the theatre, show some respect."

As we were shown to our seats I looked around the room at the (real) fur wearing ladies, their pocketbooks filled with heavy lip liner and stale peppermints. Kiel gave me the same knowing look he did when we sat down to see the new Coen Brothers' movie A Serious Man. The look this time was in anticipation of the Rainbow Theatre's world premiere of Just 45 Minutes from Broadway by dynamic filmmaker turned playwright Henry Jaglom. The play centers on the Isaacs, an eccentric modern day Jewish family of thespians that truly believe all the world's a stage. While the patriarch, George, was once a star of the Yiddish theatre, the family now lives an isolated life performing nightly for each other. The twist comes when the family's only "civilian", Betsy, brings her fiance home to meet the family, sending the family dynamics into a tailspin and causing the skeletons to pour out of every rustic closet.