Macdonald can't get My Girl Friday, the film version from 1940 out of her peripheral vision. But she does give the production a fighting chance, which it seems to lose through a far too reverent approach:
"This is not so sacrosanct a script, however, that a bit more snipping and sidestepping would have seemed amiss. In fact, so familiar by now are the poker-playing, repartee-slinging conventions of the typical bullpen press room -- thanks, no doubt, to the period movies that "The Front Page" inspired -- that we don't even really need the gradual, atmospheric set-up established in Act One."
And yesterday, Garret Eisler at Playgoer talked a little about choosing works from the, um, mustier corners of the canonical closet: