Dogs Laugh, Stars Swap, and Keillor Pees

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The Little Dog Laughed is freshly opened, well-reviewed, and its star — Julie White — delivers one of the best performances in recent Broadway memory. So it's the sort of show at which you expect you'll run into boldfaced sorts. That it's about show business — if, yes, viciously satirically — only increases the likelihood you'll see Hollywood types. And, sure enough, last night's crowd murmured with quasi-interest at the sight of a black-knit-cap-wearing Woody Harrelson in one row and a still-recognizable-despite-possibly-having-had-work-done Steve Guttenberg across the theater. When intermission came, the two stars gravitated toward each other (some sort of Cheers–Ted Danson–Three Men and a Little Lady connection, perhaps?). At which point they decided to switch seats. And dates. Neither man was the night's biggest star attraction, however. That honor belonged to Garrison Keillor, who politely and patiently received good wishes from fans — even one elderly man who, while Keillor was pinned in the Cort Theater's tiny men's room, face to face with a urinal, took the opportunity to lean in and tell him, "My wife and I spend every Saturday night listening to your show." And the occasional Wednesday night, apparently, watching him do something else.

— Adam Sternbergh