What critic, dead or alive, wouldn’t want to be immortalized by the very medium they’ve written about? And what sane person would want their personal diaries splayed before the public eye, their private reflections open to evaluation by the world at large? Not even Kenneth Tynan, the late, trend-setting British theater and film critic, for all his avant-garde perception and penchant for irony, could have seen this coming. But that is precisely what Richard Nelson and Colin Chambers have done. They’ve cracked open a wide assortment of Tynan’s memoirs (as edited by John Lahr), and distilled down the juiciest of stories in “Tynan,” a 90-minute exploration into the psyche of one of the most colorful figures in theater society during the last century.
‘Tynan’
