Short of stature, round of figure, Judith never merely walked into a theater; rather, she marched in like an officer about to review the troops. She was a complicated, passionate woman who seemed to have no filtering mechanism whatsoever. If something displeased her, her face would redden in an instant. If one of her favorites succeeded in a performance — people like Margie Jenkins, Ashley Wheater, Joe Goode, Joanna Berman — she was on her feet before the curtain fell, yelling “bravo” with no apparent regard to whatever is meant by “critical distance.”