A gloomy morning here in Gotham, it promises to look like this in the evening unless it's pouring. Appropriate weather for feeling sad about Natasha Richardson, who I saw in Streetcar Named Desire a several summers back, and she was luminously magnificent in spite of  John C. Reilly's unbearable performance as Stanley. Sorry, he was bad. But Amy Ryan was a great Stella to Natasha's brilliant Blanche DuBois. Another reason to be grateful about living here, sometimes I forget.