Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...took for an undergraduate to be expelled for insubordination in 1766. But although the food may have improved in the last two hundred years, the men who rule Harvard have not. If you dare declare "Weinberger stinketh..." or "Duarte recketh.." with the pungent odor of burning flesh, you may be tossed out of school...
...artist has a higher motive: "Because the welts I raise make such attractive and meaningful designs." After the Fall, whose original production opened the Repertory Theater of Lincoln Center in 1964, is a 2½-hour act of flagellation in which Arthur Miller's whips sear his own flesh and that of anyone he touched or who touched him. Two decades later, in John Tillinger's streamlined, harrowing off-Broadway revival, the scars of passion and pain still show. The wounds this play opened will not heal...
...More over, she affects a wispy giggle that mimics Monroe and every little girl lost from Susan Alexander Kane to Judy Garland. Yet Wiest has managed to bleach the intelligence out of her face, leaving only a cunning child with the look of a battered seraph. This is no flesh-and-blood performance; it is pure, chilling marrow. Emotional striptease is what such acting is all about. But perhaps not play writing...
BECAUSE Sister Mary" is only about an hour long, the theater offers another Durang comedy, The Actor's Nightmare to flesh out the evening. A mildly humorous play, The Actor's Nightmare is based on one very clever idea that nonetheless runs out of steam very fast. The story opens in medias res when George Spelvin, played by Jeff Brooks, finds himself backstage of a theater where an abrupt stage manager informs him that the play's leading man has been injured and George must take his place. Unfortunately George doesn't even know his own name much less...
Whether it is for God or for the flesh, however, this book is full of fervor. There's a lot of preaching, but sanctimony can't even creep in the back door. Richard's descriptions of an earlier search for the Lord, when he forsook show business to study the Bible at Oakwood College, are rich not only in regret but in comedy, much of it knowing. "The elders didn't like me taking my yellow Cadillac on the campus," Richard confesses. "They had discovered that I was a homosexual, and I resented the discovery . . . They...