“The play, like life, was boring. And the production would be more suitable for a factory club than for a professional repertory theater. Moth-eaten costumes, faded scenery. But, most importantly, the actors. Even though they are stars, they play as if at a children’s party, without a sparkle in their eyes. For them, this is probably a children's party. Perennial. What kind of brilliance is there if at forty-five the actress has to portray twenty-year-old girls. And every time you remember that you are already a shot down pilot and are falling down at breakneck speed. No makeup parachute will save you. And no suits with corsets..."