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Billy Crudup as Harry Clarke at the Minetta Lane Theater

When Billy Crudup played opposite Natalie Portman in the movie Jackie, as a reporter interviewing Jackie Kennedy in the aftermath of her husband’s assassination, you saw the actor as he looks in most of his films, a handsome Clark Kent type. The extraordinary feat of Harry Clarke, his one-man show at the Minetta Lane Theater, is the ease with which we lose the actor for Harry Clarke, the inner extrovert of his character Philip Brugglestein. Talk about identity fluidity.

Judy Collins at the Carlyle: “I’m the American Idol of 1957”

“I love you,” Judy Collins, a vision in white from mane to silvery toe, shouted out to Clive Davis, and to everyone present at the Café Carlyle for opening night of her enchanting show. She calls the evening “A Love Letter to Sondheim,” but her range of feeling, and vocals, encompasses all, even in her finale, “Send in the Clowns,” which she introduces with a most subtle political jab, “we know where the clowns really are.”

Her own composition, “Maria,” a nod to West Side Story, reminds her, “This land was made by dreamers.” Of course her career spans lots of political moments, as she knew Dylan, Stephen Stills, and Leonard Cohen. When she sings his “Suzanne,” her crystalline voice fills the room, and out pour memories of his coming to her with material because he knew she could sell a song: “What can I tell you about Leonard Cohen?” Her friend brought him to her, saying, “His poetry is obscure. He’s never going to go anywhere.” But, says Judy, he was the smartest one. He died the morning of the election.

John Pizzarelli’s Tribute to Nat King Cole at the Café Carlyle

For his run at the Café Carlyle this week, John Pizzarelli focuses on one of his inspirations, Nat King Cole, who would be 99. On guitar and vocals, John fronts an outstanding band of jazz musicians: Mike Karn on bass, Konrad Paszkudski on piano and “the sheriff” Andy Watson on drums for standards including “Paper Moon,” “Sweet Lorraine,” and “Straighten Up and Fly Right.” Yes, regulars wanted to know, where is Jessica? Well John’s wife and partner in music Jessica Molaskey was taking the night off. And how is Bucky? John’s father doesn’t make the rounds any more. Still, Bucky Pizzarelli is often the star of the lore and anecdotes by which this erudite and schmoozy performer laces together his not-to-be-missed show.

Wes Anderson’s Isle of Dogs: Yelps Against the Empire

At the Metropolitan Museum this week it was easy to forget that Wes Anderson’s brilliant new movie, Isle of Dogs, is animated. Oracle, a pint-sized pug, announces snow is on the way, and she was right. New York was bracing for another blizzard, its fourth of the season. That’s a tall blond woman, you think looking at the adorable Oracle situated as all the dogs are, on a junk heap; she’s voiced by Tilda Swinton. She and co-stars including Anderson regulars Jason Schwartzman who also worked on the script, Bill Murray, Bob Balaban, Greta Gerwig, Frances McDormand, and a young find, Koyu Rankin, who plays the lead boy, all joined the incredible art team for the movie’s grand premiere to create this Japanese themed confection of imperiled canines in stop-motion animation.

Escape to Margaritaville: Last Mango in Paradise

Brrr! It’s been so cold in New York, the tropical island in the new musical, Escape to Margaritaville at the Marquis Theater, is a vision of welcoming palm trees asway in a warm breeze. Who wouldn’t want to veg in Paradise, drink in hand, with hunks all around? But early on in this entertaining show of Jimmy Buffett’s greatest hits, you feel the grind for those who make it their life, dropouts like Tully (Paul Alexander Nolan) and his sidekick Brick (Eric Petersen), and Marley (Rema Webb) who owns the rundown resort where the guys serenade on guitar and tend bar, respectively. Serving the never ending ferry loads of vacationers sporting wide brim straw hats, Hawaiian shirts, and sandals, Tully for one has island fatigue when we meet him. Well, you know what they say about nirvana, it’s so boring. That is, until, and you can guess, a smart and snappy workaholic scientist named Rachel (Alison Luff) arrives with her best pal Tammy (Lisa Howard) who’s set for, not a fling but a flirt, on the eve of her wedding to the wrong guy.

“David Bowie is . . .” at the Brooklyn Museum

At the Brooklyn Museum, “David Bowie is . . .” draws huge crowds, as it should. Dense with history, art, and music, the exhibition, a transplant from Europe where I first saw it in Berlin, is essential viewing. My memory piece from January 2016, written on the occasion of Bowie’s unexpected death, seems especially appropriate:

I was a huge Bowie fan back in the day, which made it strange that I did not recognize him when I met him backstage at The Bottom Line during a Steve Reich and his 18 Musicians concert. This light haired, well-groomed guy stood there in an argyle vest and pegged pants. Maybe I was clueless because he wasn’t wearing lipstick or glitter. The preppie guy and I talked about the lizard on top of the Lone Star Café at 13^th Street and 5^th Avenue very near home for me in the West Village. As we chatted, a room full of people leaned in. I could feel the heat of their bodies and curiosity. What were we talking about, rapt and oblivious to them?

Arthur Miller: Writer, A Documentary Directed by his Daughter, Rebecca Miller

Back in the day, Rose Styron, the writer and wife of William Styron, recounted the story of an American delegation of authors visiting Rio, among them her friend the playwright Arthur Miller. Local headlines focused on Miller, the husband of Marilyn Monroe. In this rich documentary of her father, Rebecca Miller addresses the matter of her father’s second and most famous wife, but told John Guare in a post-screening conversation at MoMA, this was really not discussed in their family life, except for the random anecdote. The daughter of Miller and his third wife, photographer Inge Morath, Rebecca Miller interviewed her father for the last 25 years of his life—he died in 2002-- with Ellen Kuras filming, and then was in post-production for another eight, to make Arthur Miller: Writer, to air on HBO next week.

Rendez-Vous with French Cinema, and Mathieu Amalric

Hollywood can learn a thing or two from the French, its film industry and joie de vivre. Mathieu Amalric, attending this year’s Rendez-vous with French Cinema, the Film Society of Lincoln Center’s annual popular series in collaboration with Unifrance, presented his film Barbara, homage to a chanteuse, not so famous anywhere but France. Best known to American film lovers for his acting in such films as Julian Schnabel’s Diving Bell and the Butterfly, and for Steven Spielberg’s Munich, and most recently Arnaud Desplechin’s Ismael’s Ghosts, featured in this year’s New York Film Festival, here Amalric directs. On hand with the film’s star, Jeanne Balibar, incidentally the mother of his two sons, Amalric apologized for Barbara’s lack of plot to an opening night audience that included John Waters and James Ivory, just back from L.A. after winning his Best Adapted Screenplay Oscar for Call Me by Your Name.

Edward Albee’s At Home at the Zoo: Homelife & The Zoo Story

Maybe all theater is behavioral study, characters in a petri dish. Edward Albee’s At Home at the Zoo is a pair of two-handers yoked together thematically with Peter (Robert Sean Leonard) a foil for two outsized personae; in the first, Homelife, his wife Ann (Katie Finneran) baits him in one way, and in the second, The Zoo Story, Jerry (Paul Sparks), a seemingly aimless sort, provokes Peter in the park. As staged at the Signature Theater, under Lila Neugebauer’s fine direction, the production now so popular it was extended twice: Be ware of those who want to talk.

Waiting for Alec Baldwin at the Guild Hall Gala

Yes, G. E. Smith previewed Guild Hall’s first annual guitar masters festival, to take place in July, but that was not the only music at this year’s winter celebration of Guild Hall. Honored for her career in the visual arts, Audrey Flack, brought her History of Art band to The Rainbow Room to perform her tribute to Jackson Pollock on banjo and spoons. Her feminist take on the iconic painter dovetails with the current Me Too movement, and as she is quick to tell you, “he came on but nothing happened. He was way too drunk.”