Commentary: Everyone wants a piece of Broadway, but what is Broadway these days?
The Broadway fall season is in full swing, and Times Square, the "crossroads of the world," is virtually impassable. At peak performance times on weekends - meaning all day and all night - the congestion makes the 5 Freeway on a Friday evening seem like a joy ride.
While returning to the Ethel Barrymore Theatre after the dinner break during my marathon day at a press preview for Matthew Lopez's "The Inheritance," I found myself trapped in a thronging nightmare. Weaving around the stocky steel barriers set up to prevent the next car attack, I navigated an obstacle course of selfie-taking tourists, bullying SUVs, police officers scanning for trouble and an army of pedestrians resembling extras in a dystopian thriller. A mere three blocks felt like 30. P.S. I was born in Brooklyn.
A good many brave souls were scrambling like me to make a curtain for a play or musical. But countless others were plunging into the whirlwind to catch a movie at one of the multiplexes or purchase a pair of sneakers before leaving town for those places that apparently
