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...Flies”—which will play until Oct. 24—is worth the two hours and a half. The existentialist questions that it poses are poignant, and the production functions well enough to successfully deliver them...
...Feminism is too conflicted, and too confused, to tell me whether I should feel guilty for still owning a tube top. Perhaps this is a good thing: After all, doing what one is told, rather than assuming the agency to decide for oneself, goes against feminism and its existentialist ethics. Perhaps remaining conscious of the debate and begging the question is the best that...
Despite the cheerful and celebratory connotations of its title, Harold Pinter’s “The Birthday Party” is existentialist, absurdist, and dark. The latest performance put on by the Harvard-Radcliffe Dramatic Club inspires moments of snort-inducing hilarity even as it elicits gasps. Directed by Matthew C. Stone ’11, the play skillfully explores the notion of identity, a crucial focal point in existentialist theater, while provoking a wide range of emotions from the audience.“The Birthday Party”, written in 1958, is one of Pinter?...
...most innocuous title in the history of theatre, Harold Pinter’s “The Birthday Party” is certainly not an average five-year-old’s affair. Devoid of any balloons, streamers, or happy children, Pinter’s play is a dark, existentialist work exploring the madness of human nature lurking just below a superficially harmless exterior. “The Birthday Party” will be on show in the Loeb Expository Theatre from April 3-11. “The Birthday Party” premiered in 1958 and is Pinter?...
...first, my narcissism led me to believe that I was the only one who had such misgivings. But when puberty hit, I discovered the enchanted world of existentialist literature and alternative music. Suddenly, I was no longer a freak; I belonged to an aristocracy of misunderstood brooders and first-rate melancholics. I read Camus, rocked out to the Smashing Pumpkins, dressed in black—the usual clichés. Like all thirteen-year-olds, I was a loser. But in my mind, I was deep and bohemian, a genuine suburban Übermensch...