Word: exits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...nearly two generations of Broadway producers at more than 10,000 first nights, no onstage exits were as important as the abrupt, deadpan departures of Critic George Jean Nathan from his aisle seat. If that departure came (as it did all too often) at the end of the second act, financial disaster loomed ahead. For his abrasive wit in demolishing flimflam and fraud, his impish pride in prejudice, and not least for his ability to hone a sharper line than most of the playwrights he panned, slight (5 ft. 7 in., 130 1bs.), white-thatched First Nighter Nathan...
This noble exit from history's stage was written by Shakespeare for Thomas Cardinal Wolsey, one of the great Englishmen of his time. This biography, the first appropriate to the scope and splendor of Wolsey's career, makes excellent reading on three counts: it evokes the vast historic tide that submerged the Middle Ages in the frothy waters of the Renaissance; it tells a whodunit about who would rule England's roost; and it is a success story of a butcher's son who rose to highest honors in his country and his church only...
...conceal the violent, sudden spasms of pain that came from his malfunctioning stomach and bladder. Much was a disguise for his sensitivity and loneliness. The rest was a sort of game. He was proud of being a great gourmet-like his friend Lord Houghton. who died murmuring: "My exit is the result of too many entrees." He was a wit; once he greeted a quack doctor with "a very low bow" and the words: "I hope, sir, that you will live longer than your patients." He tempered the generosity of a prince with a biting common sense...
...major item on the program, Jean-Paul Sartre's No Exit, is a highly complex and intellectual vision purveying a vision of hell as "other people" in perhaps unnecessarily melodramatic terms. The central characters are so exaggerated as human types that only a considerable dramatic achievement renders the characters and situation believable even as fantasy, while at the same time serving the author's somewhat muddy propagandistic purpose...
...witch is like a rock and by the end of the story you realize that there's nothing to do but walk around her and get out as fast as possible lest she fall on you, too. Miss Bingham wisely times the exit; another such fall just might shatter the rock in place of crushing the victim. It's a skillful work, though rather cruel to the nice old maid lobby, not to mention us other poor humans...