Grayson Hall is a LEGEND. Everything she does, from the septic sniff as she loads the hypo, to the frantic clutch of one psychic hand at her throat, to the worrying tug on her gloves, to the twitch-purse of her lips as she prepares one of her wry comments, to the flick of her cigarette ash over the carpets of CALLANwood, to the arch of her eyebrow as she Magda-booms "I don' know NAHthinnn," to the toss of her head as she b*tchslaps Cassandra to the back of beyond ... ALL of it is infused with a legendary quality.
Addison Powell is a pathetic refugee from Off-Broadway little theatre hades. The only thing funnier than seeing him try to keep up with Grayson (were those arm movements because he thought they were doing a Supremes routine for Ed Sullivan?) is the scenes were Donna McKechnie is supposed to be a Broadway veteran and Julia mentions having seen some of her plays. Julia's smile is SOOO tactful.
Just my not-so-humble opinion,
Gothick (a charter member of Hall-o-holics Anonymous)