Word: bettie
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Aiuola Bruciata, the work receiving its first American performance this week at the Tufts Arena Theater as The Burnt Flower-Bed, was written in 1952, near the end of the last great creative burst of its author, Ugo Betti. It is a play that states the problem of modern nihilism with uncompromising starkness and attempts to press beyond in the reaffirmation of human responsibility. Even a cursory reading of Betti's play in Henry Reed's excellent English translation makes it clear why Betti is being hailed on the continent as an even greater dramatist than Pirandello...
Tufts Arena Theatre (Medford): June 30-July 4, Ionesco's "The Lesson" and "Jack"; July 7-11, Goodrich and Hackett's "The Great Big Doorstep"; July 14-18, Glasgow's "Allison's House"; July 21-25, Bagnold's "The Chalk Garden"; July 28-August 1, Ugo Betti's "The Burnt Flowerbed"; August 4-8, Giraudoux' "The Enchanted...
Director van Itallie plans to aim his productions at a broad audience, and hopes to produce established works of various types. As possible playwrights, he listed Shakespeare, Jean Anouilh, and Ugo Betti, and musical writers Noel Coward and Kurt Weil. Special admission prices will be given to students...
This sex-driven movie, transliteration of a play by Italy's late, earnest Ugo Betti, would be far better if it gave its characters time to indulge in a few other natural functions, eating and sleeping, for instance. The English subtitles are as unnecessary to the story as its French dialogue. All is really said in sign language, and it cannot be mistaken...
Unlike most Broadway plays. The Gambler tries to say something. But though Playwright Betti shows metaphysical courage, he has little dramatic force. What with rhetorical flights on wings that collapse, and philosophical depth bombs that refuse to explode, the play is at most an interesting dud. It has suggestions of Pirandello without his wit, of Kafka without his vivid symbolism, of Dostoevsky without his vision, and of 19th century German romanticism with all its sentimentality. Nothing comes to life, least of all the language...