I was taken to a play tonight on the spur of the moment, and the title, I was informed, was "Me and Jezebel."

I wondered if it was autobiographical. It was, but not anything to do with me. A jovial shaggy-dog story about the time an aging Bette Davis came over and stayed and stayed and stayed, essentially a two-hander with the hapless fanlady (and author) playing herself and (Mr.) Kelly Moore doing a diva turn as the ultimate diva. It's a little, intimate show, with the air of an earnest college lab theater production, but it's such a good, ridiculous story that it carries you along. The author is more of a storyteller than an actress, but Mr. Moore is quite compelling as the bitch-queen of the silver screen.

Times review here, if any NYers are curious: http://theater.nytimes.com/2013/07/25/the…