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Well, you can always write plays. The first act and a half of John Herbert's Fourtune and Men's Eyes, a 1967 Off-Broadway play now at the Craft Experimental Theatre, is full of today's fag minstrelsy. In this case, the setting is a Canadian men's prison. The inmates, three decidedly homosexual, the fourth forced to undergo the initiation, are the chorus. The star among them is Queenie. Played with bravura by Marlo Ferguson in a tarnished Carol Channing wig, he--or, as you begin to accept the play's terms, she--is an irrepressible performer...
...grand jury. When Assistant D.A. James Alcock tried to pick apart points that helped the defense, Andrews retracted the rest of the tale, swallowing it all like so much spun sugar. He did not know Clay Shaw; Clay Bertrand was a "cover name" he had remembered from a "fag wedding" in the early 1950s. He had received no telephone request to represent Oswald. So he had lied when he testified to the call story before the Warren Commission? Said Andrews: "You call it a lie if you want. I call it huffin' and puffin...
...trouble." Living for Johnny meant dealing with a minority problem of his own: "Being an albino is hard, and when you're younger, it's a lot harder. When they said 'Hey, Whitey,' it was just like calling someone a nigger. They called me anything-fag, queer, freak...
Among the artists I particularly liked Rob Buckman, a little man who apparently has springs for feet and Mexican jumping beans on his mind. In other words, he jumps around a lot, such as when he demonstrates the ways of a fag judo instructor or a kiddies television show emcee. As this emcee, called Buttons and with a ludicrous costume to match the name, Buckman gets to lead the audience in a song that would make even Art Linkletter sneer. The lyrics are a sharp play on the worst genre of pop music ("I like to ride on a reindeer/Wouldn...
Morning, Noon, and Night--Three unforgettable one-acters by Cafe Le Mama playwrights. Israel Horovitz's "Morning" tells the funny and somewhat harrowing tale of a black family who takes pills that turn them white. Terrence McNally's "Noon" is a comedy about a fag, a nymphomaniac, a male heterosexual virgin, and a whip-toting sadist couple from Westchester who find themselves thrown together in a New York loft. Leonard Melfi's "Night" is a moving poem about death. Very vile and not a little perplexing, the plays are acted to the hilt by a cast including Charlotte...