Call Me By My Rightful Name drew rousing newspaper salutes for its author, Michael Shurtleff. "Off-Broadway gives us a playwright," sang the News. "Honest, thoughtful, probing," called out the Post.
"Quivering with vitality," cried the Herald-Tribune, "and full of humor!" As a form of encouragement, such acclaim made sense: Call Me By My Right-fid Name offers enough good things to promise better ones. Moreover, during Broadway's flabbiest theater season in years and a week when one play closed after opening night and another should have. Call Me might less be tested for gold than treated as manna.
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