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DEEP IN THE BOWELS of Lowell House, in a cramped room riddled with steam pipes and sighing ventilator shafts. David Win-grove has revived Michel Tremblay's Bonjour, La. Bonjour. Tremblay's play about incest and despair in a Montreal family enjoyed critical success in Canada, made a small splash in New York--and should probably have been allowed to lade into memory thereafter. Though a spirited Lowell House Drama Society production captures enough of Tremblay's lacerating wit to keep the pot boiling for two hours, the script clamps a cover on the actors, and the play never takes...
...loved by Nicole and Gabriel. Prolonged silence, the actor's anathema, seems the only escape from Tremblay's determinism. If his characters can't escape their child-hoods and have no outside arbiters to appeal to why should they talk about it at all? Why even say "Bonjour...
...Bonjour, La, Bonjour opened in a squash court under Lowell's A Entry, but was moved to-I Entry after Cambridge officials ruled the location a fire hazard. They needn't have worried. Even though Wingrove kindles sufficient sparks in his actors. Tremblay's wintry script ensures that if the smoke detractors do sound in Lowell's asbestos-lined corridors, it will be just another false alarm...
...monument. They knew what Miss Copenhagen's day would really have been like. It would be a day requiring endless ingenuity, especially in dodging. Being tall, slim, and blonde, she would probably get the full treatment starting about 10 a.m. First the friendly calls from the men she passed: "Bonjour, madame." "Come have a drink with me, madame." "Got a boyfriend, madame?" "Wanna come over, madame?" It would be no more irritating than a construction worker's whistle, except for its frequency. More troublesome would be the men who fell in step with her, getting her attention by touching...
SAGAN'S STYLE in The Painted Lady differs sharply from her previous works. Gone is the simple narrative. Here she writes in a much richer descriptive style. One finds few of the short, direct remarks which carried her first books, such as the narrator's comment in Bonjour Tristesse that." They were both smiling happily, and I was very much impressed, for happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement." Instead, Sagan indulges in profuse description, as when Clarisse rains kisses on Julien's face; "Julien felt his face open up, become a fertile and blessed land, a gentle...