You might not thrill to the thing itself, but once you know that the genre-defining mime, Marcel Marceau, used his skills to entertain orphaned Jewish children while helping them to escape occupied France - the noiselessness of his act essential, as Nazi soldiers stalked the corridors of the trains to the Swiss border listening for runaways - then you at least have to respect what Marceau called "the art of silence."
, the hit play at Studio 54, is writer and director Robert Ickes' modern - and riveting - version of Sophocles' Oedipus Rex. Since that play was written around 425 B.C., I'm not spilling the beans by telling you it's about the King of Thebes (Oedipus) who unknowingly fulfills his destiny by killing his father and marrying his mother. When he discovers what he has done - what he can never "unsee" - he gouges out his eyes.