In Foster's case, they can't be. It takes a special sort of actor to sustain this performance. Maher is able to engage the audience directly while remaining in character, and to seem at once appealing and slightly frightening. Hancock, for his part, has concocted a treasure trove of stories, skillfully bound together by a core consisting of careful character development and raw-edged observations about how the mind works. The latter have a tendency to float over the stories, forcing one to ponder their inter-related meaning.
Memories are smells and patterns.
You'll find out but it doesn't matter. What does matter is that nostalgia will never be quite the same. Copyright June 1998, Elyse Sommer, CurtainUp .