Word: frats
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...gimmick is that the animals have moved out of the frat house and into sum mer jobs as waiters in a resort hotel. The hotel is about as festive as Disney World in a hail storm; the characters are so familiar you can turn down the volume and speak their lines yourself. In addition to the two romantic leads (Larry Breeding and Stephanie Faracy), the kids include one fat social retard, one bookish wimp and one wealthy, lock-jawed Wasp. For added measure the writers have stirred in a cook who re-enacts John Belushi's samurai routine...
...last scene of the movie Animal House, a slightly crazed, yet imposing John Belushi leads his frat brothers on a rampage, yelling, "No prisoners!" There would be no sympathy, only total annihilation...
...production is Steven Aveson's Proteus. Saddled with a part that is admittedly difficult to portray convincingly, Aveson capitulates and portrays almost no character at all. He stands around with his chest thrust out and his eyes fixed on the overhead lights, looking like a linebacker at a frat party. He delivers his speeches with hardly any grasp of the emotional contradictions that torment Proteus and can only smile dumbly and bounce on his toes, as he does in the climactic scene at the end, to show that his character is disturbed...
...Frat parties do indeed blast through the nights. But to an outsider they very much resemble freshman mixers everywhere in the country. Large, smoky rooms, reeking of beer and shuddering to the sound of loud music, are often filled with revelers shoulder to shoulder. Clusters of boys approach clusters of girls like amoebas making tentative contact. The approach is sometimes individual. At one frat party a red-faced boy holding a beer edges closer and closer to an apparently preoccupied brunette. "Hi," he says, over the music. "Where are you from?" "Wheaton College," she says, giving him nothing. "Oh," says...
Even upstairs, diffidence rather than debauchery seems rampant. In the darkened Alpha Delta TV room, for instance, a girl with piled-up blond hair seems absorbed in the 11 o'clock news. A frat brother approaches her. "If I don't see the news I feel out of touch," she explains, rather breathlessly. "But if you want to change it to Saturday Night Live, it's O.K. with me." He does, and they sit together watching. In quiet darkness, or boozy haze, most of the conversation seems as timeless and fraudulent as ever. "You got a date...