Last night, perhaps because of my posts yesterday, I watched the film version of Paul Rudnick's AIDS comedy, Jeffrey, which I first saw Off-Broadway around 1993. I hadn't seen the film in years, and I had forgotten how many friends were in it. It's very funny and touching, but on the minus side, it also brought back too many memories of friends I lost to AIDS. There's a scene in which Bryan Batt's character Darius, who is dying from AIDS, falls on the stairs as he, Patrick Stewart, and Steven Weber are leaving a City Ballet Nutcracker - I think that's the ballet; the sound on Amazon Prime for this movie is terrible - and I was suddenly hyperventilating and weeping through the remainder of the film.