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| Sage Snakechalmer and her reflection in Private Dancer. |
It's been a year of extremes, at least in theatergoing. I wrote my first five-star review for Time Out New York—about the rhythmically rich Gertrude Stein Saints! at the New York International Fringe Festival—and, before the year was out, I would write my first one-star review—the poorly conceived and acted Private Dancer (above).
