The material of the evening is primarily about his coming out story, an obsession with magic (wait for the nifty card trick), a philosophical inquiry into the meaning of life, and a riff on his family life.  Ta-Da took me some time to warm up to.  At the beginning it was just so fast and so mechanically clever that I was busy watching the screen and seeing how true he was to the projections – – thus I missed connecting with the actual actor and feeling something for him.  It felt more like a gymnastic achievement.  But a third of the way into the play I either relaxed my attention away from the screen or he slowed down, or he just lowered his guard – and I did get to meet the man and really enjoy his story and feel a part of his adventures.  Midway through the play he deals with personal tragedy.  “Because nothing quite snaps life into perspective like your mother getting cancer — or nearly drowning in Mexico. Mortality has a way of turning time into treasure: ‘Being alive = slay.’ Sharp says that. A slide notes that. Theatregoers nod in agreement about that.  Now I got the magic and met the magician.