Word: eggs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hang-ups that might shock Mary Worth. Jonathan, her lawyer husband (Richard Benjamin), is an Ivy League cretin who announces to their children at the breakfast table: "Your mother made Phi Beta Kappa at Smith, but I don't think she can make a four-minute egg." This sort of thing is hardly conducive to connubial bliss, so Tina tends to get turned off when Jonathan yearns for a "little old roll in de hay." She begins a passionate "sex thing" with a surly, sarcastic, sadistic writer who taunts her and lusts after her with equal ferocity. After...
These effects are intentional, and they egg the audience to participate in an "in" joke, but the self-consciousness they enforce and the sniggering communal sensibility they impose lay heavily on the play. The emotional changes which should animate the third act are lost; the tension which should carry us over the hump of the comedy-only tautness can stave off boredom in humor-is flaccid...
...visits to the birthplace are one of Johnson's few known breaks from full-time ranching. His well-known restless energy has been channeled into the raising of chickens for egg production, laying irrigation pipe-sometimes wading waist-deep into the Pedernales to lend a hand-racing across his 330-acre spread in a radio car and barking orders about sprinklers and feed for cattle. Ranch hands respond to his call the way White House staffers once did. The former Chief Executive energetically briefs his guests not on foreign policy but on livestock prices and the weather...
...General Telephone." Boos and hisses explode off-camera. "Now, I'm aware that General Telephone provides less than adequate service." Plop. A rotten tomato slides down his chin. "But we're spending $200 million in California this year on improving our service." He is hit with an egg. "Cables, switches, personnel, everything." A cream pie splatters over his face. "Thank you for your patience," he mumbles through...
Humor is civil war, even to the point of paralysis, between the part of man who wants to play God and the part of man who knows a real God when he sees one-and he is not that pompous character staring back from the mirror with egg stains on his shirt and his fly half-zipped, asking "What's so funny...