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...characters who escape the last-act curtain and become dramatic immortals like Hamlet, Tartuffe, and St. Joan. Captain Boyle, the strutting Paycock, is a Homeric boozer, braggart and whine. With a sea-rolling gait and a gravelly brogue, Melvyn Douglas makes him an amiably puckish buffoon but scarcely a Dublin Falstaff. O'Casey's Juno has a spiny tongue for her shiftless husband, but she is also an Earth Mother of Sorrows. Her unmarried daughter becomes pregnant; her son loses an arm to the British and his life to the I.R.A. Shirley Booth puts a barbed disenchantment...
...songs and dances that punctuate the destinies of the Boyle family often appear to be crashing the show. Melvyn Douglas kicks up a clog with a couple of cronies in a pub, and suddenly all Dublin floods onstage to sing that he's a Daarlin' Man, and hoist him on its shoulders. The intimate numbers are best. An Agnes de Mille solo, powerfully danced by Juno's doomed son (Tommy Rail), makes a poignant moment out of the life-destroying blight of Ireland's "Troubles." Two lovers' laments, One Kind Word and For Love, affectingly...
...tough screws but for two unpleasant fellow prisoners called James and Dale: "I was no country Paddy from the middle of the Bog of Allen to be frightened to death by a lot of Liverpool seldom-fed bastards . . . No, be Jesus, I was from Russell Street, North Circular Road, Dublin, from the Northside where, be Jesus, the likes of Dale wouldn't make a dinner for them, where the whole of this pack of Limeys would be scruff-hounds would be et, bet, and threw up again-et without salt. I'll James you, you bastard...
...Daughter of Darkness) and back to Manhattan for TV (Cradle Song and The Letter). Between assignments she lives with husband Denis O'Dea, a dental student turned actor, and their ten-year-old son in a four-story Georgian house in Dublin. The blunt matter-of-factness she displayed as Maggie Wylie last week belongs in large measure to Siobhan McKenna. Says she: "I'm a party girl, but if I have a hangover, I take nothing for it; I want to know how hung over I am." Her forthright opinions are famed among her friends. Some samples...
...Casey concerns himself with the dreaded Black-and-Tans (Were they ever anything but "dreaded" Black-and-Tans? Didn't even their mothers love them?). The dreaded Black-and-Tans busily rip the peace of Dublin, while in shivery cold-water attics, rust-thatched idealists plan a land where freedom would be free. An innocuous poet and his cowardly roomie stash some unwanted bombs in the bosom of an ample simpleton; she is torn off screaming by the dreaded Black-and-Tans, executed, and leaves the two with the empty feeling that they've been naughty, somehow, much...