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...around Harvard Square on his shoulders a few years ago. No one was exactly sure why he did this. It had something to do with the imminent destruction of humanity and our responsibility to care for the earth. All of this talk about nuclear disaster had apparently scared the gentleman into such a rage that he decided to bear singlehandedly the full burden, so to speak, of our survival...
...from the sod and gnaw the Crimson? Maybe, but it was clear even to an observer new to these rites that other matters were more important. Take the matter of the handkerchiefs. A society of pragmatists has decided that Kleenex is handier and more sanitary. The day when every gentleman carried two handkerchiefs is gone, as are most of the gentlemen. That seems to be the point. The old boys of the Eastern Establishment, waving in languid mockery at the foe, are also wigwagging a message to those of us plebes who are watching: "We still have our handkerchiefs...
...Williams' deft and impish sense of humor. The Glass Menagerie is autobiography in the form of a situation comedy. The first half of the play could be called "Mama's Family": Amanda Wingfield, a fiftyish matron whose husband abandoned her 15 years earlier, plots to find a "gentleman caller" who will support her and marry her shy, lame daughter Laura. In the second half, a young man does call-no gentleman, rather an awkward go-getter whose own glory days are long past-and a bittersweet romance flutters through and out of Laura's life. Amanda, Laura...
...production is graced with two splendid actresses in two splendid roles; each falls just short. As Laura, Amanda Plummer spends the first act in pained watchfulness, mothering her collection of glass animals, nursing herself toward psychosis. She comes to life in her scenes with gentleman Jim (John Heard, in a brisk and engaging performance). "Somebody ought to-Ought to-kiss you, Laura!" Jim proclaims. As he leans in and embraces her, Laura surrenders her body and mouth to him, but not yet her wavering right arm. The hand pauses in midair, uncertain whether or how to commit, then grasps firmly...
...first great cracked Southern belle. A generation too old for the part, she strides through the play on the assurance of her craft. Tandy's Amanda is flinty, not flighty; a hawk, not a dithery dove; a bustling den mother, not a senescent teenager who treats the gentleman caller to some of her own old-fashioned wooing. Williams' characters may not be as fragile as Laura's menagerie, but they deserve to be handled with care. Tandy's hand, like that of the production, is pure wrought iron. -By Richard Corliss