On July 5, 1998, José, my visiting mom and I went to see Cabaret on Broadway with Natasha Richardson and Alan Cumming. It's still probably the second best thing I've ever seen (after Chicago, ahead of Equus). After, my mom posed with Cumming:
...and Richardson walked past, graciously stopping for a moment for a photo:
While she was not an actress I spent a lot of time thinking about, her tragic outcome is one of those saddening pieces of news that make you think twice about what you're doing with your life and if you're cherishing it.
It made me think how poignant it is that her mother, Vanessa Redgrave, recently performed on Broadway in The Year Of Magical Thinking, based on the novel about writer Joan Didion's reactions to her husband's death and daughter's grave condition. The play had been updated to include the daughter's death.
I also thought, "I know we'll have a tacky Lindsay Lohan blog post about this soon"—they starred in The Parent Trap together).
Also, the reporting of her accident has opened a can of worms. Everyone I know is outraged that Time Out New York announced she was dead: "RIP Natasha Richardson 1963-2009. Actor Natasha Richardson dies in a skiing accident."
They later clarified this post
by noting, "Richardson is brain dead but has not passed away. Sources close to the family indicate that they regard this as death. We will update you on this sad story as circumstances warrant. We apologize to the family and to our readers."
This, to me, is an excusable lapse. Brain death is death—it's more accurate to specify brain death, but she was already dead, for all intents and purposes. It's not like prematurely reporting the death of someone who is terminally ill. It was hilarious to have Perez Hilton (who once reported the death of Fidel Castro and never admitted he was wrong) chastising TONY for this error based on "irresponsible journalism." !!!