Word: eared
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Shepard into the stratosphere and down again. Kennedy flew to Cape Canaveral, Fla., to greet John Glenn, the first American to orbit the earth. The week he was killed, J.F.K. stood beneath the first stage of the giant Saturn 1 rocket. While Wernher von Braun talked quietly into his ear of the day the monster would head toward the moon, Kennedy thrust his hands in his coat pockets, rocked back on his heels, and for a fleeting second or two in his imagination joined those voyagers far beyond earth. His eyes shone at the thought of what his country would...
...fight and how to swear"-and then demonstrates just how poorly he learned at least one of those lessons as he expectorates a stream of hilariously garbled obscenities. A Saigon prostitute, blinking and cooing like a neon China doll, whispers rote nothings into our hero's ear; he thinks she's talking politics. A combat photographer boasts of the limbs he has lost in action and lures the reporter into the fray. "These flights are ab-stract!" he exults as the bomber tails into its fatal dive...
...never seen yoked together. The ancestor of this idea is the film director's voice-over: "It's theater about the way you think. When you think, there's about the way you think. When you think, there's a voice in your head, like someone speaking in your ear, and then there are abstract images." In a Breuer production, then, the actors, directors, scene designers and microphones conspire to transform the inside of the theater into the inside of a human head...
...almost subliminal improvement in the moral atmosphere. No more candidates hagiographically displayed, saints mixing radiantly with the adoring throng; no more of those sarcastic prosecutorial voice-overs about the other guy, the pitchman's tone as low and urgent and insinuating as a whisper of Cassius in the ear. No more that tussling, scuffling sound of the reluctant national psyche being dragged on a leash toward a booth with curtains and a lever...
...play trips down a path paved with jokes on foreign phrases, sight gags with panties, and tongue-twisting lists of pub names. Stoppard's ear for the curious-sounding proper noun is responsible for many of Dirty Linen's laughs; but between this dependence on the odd British name and the peculiarly British obsession with both perpetrating and denouncing scandalous activity, the play poses special difficulties for American performers. The Winthrop cast meets its challenge with modest skill, and no pretense of doing anything more than presenting a funny play. The script plasters over its mediocre theme with superficially brilliant...