The Pot and The Kettle

I had my fingers crossed that Julia Roberts's theatrical and Broadway debut performance in the Richard Greenberg play "Three Days of Rain" would be lauded by the critics and fans and would push her into the winner's circle at the next Tony Awards. I could hear the announcer . . . "Star of stage and screen, Academy Award and Tony Award winning actress, America's sweetheart . . . Julia Roberts."

Not so fast, Pretty Woman.

"Three Days of Rain" opened last night to a star-studded audience which, unfortunately, also contained New York's harsh Broadway critics.

Clive Barnes, of the New York Post, I think sums up in his first few short sentences a lot of what was said about the play and the performance:

HATED the play. To be sadly honest, even hated her. At least I liked the rain - even if three days of it can seem an eternity.

Why, for heaven's sake, did Julia Roberts, film star extraordinary and box-office attraction incredible, decide to make her professional stage debut at the Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre in last night's half-baked, fully drenched revival of Richard Greenberg's 1997 play, "Three Days of Rain"?

Although not impressed with Ms. Roberts herself, it seems like Clive was bothered more with the actual play and, as he put it, "two furiously overacting male co-stars (Bradley Cooper and Paul Rudd)."

My hopes were dashed. It looks like Julia's Oscar will have to do without a Tony.