Word: goneril
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...Lear's three daughters, Carrie Nye's Regan has strength and all the requisite viciousness. The other two are the chief disappointments in the cast. Rosemary Murphy looks hateful enough for the arch-villainous Goneril, but she lacks the requisite venom in her diction. Cordelia does not have many lines, but is a fully drawn character. As Anne Draper plays her, she emerges rather neutral. The role is pivotal for Cordelia represents the future ideal of love (as Edmund represents the primitive past and Lear the civilized present). This Cordelia does not emanate sufficient love...
...shock soon gave way to pleased surprise. As the performance unfolded, Laughton's Lear never forgot that his was a family tragedy; even the first-act simpering made sense, for it showed a fool-father truly stupid enough to be gulled by his ugly daughters, Regan and Goneril. Then, as the king wandered mad through the storm, deserted by his daughters, the performance departed the norm again. Laughton's king was strangely calm and compelling. Rarely was he moved to the familiar, passion-torn shrieks of other Lears. His fantastic monologues with himself sounded almost conversational...
...after 44 years with the company. Into his place stepped Executive Vice President William Thompson Lusk, 54, great-grandson of Founder Tiffany. Lusk, born in Manhattan, went to Groton and Yale ('24), was coxswain on the Yale freshman crew and president of the dramatic society, once played daughter Goneril in King Lear. After college he started at Tiffany's as a clerk, worked his way steadily up to executive vice president...
...hand, I thought Al Marre's Edmund was shallow in conception and sloppy in execution. Nancy Marchand was not up to Jan Farrand's earlier performance as Regan, and Miss Farrand herself was not sweet and simple enough as Cordelia. Cavada Humphrey, I think, missed the viper quality in Goneril...
...determination to be serious rather than showy. Unfortunately, much of it seems commonplace, passionless, unbreathed upon. King Lear contains half a dozen roles stamped with Shakespeare's maturest genius. But the production is a tangle of acting styles-an Edmund sinuous as an Oriental dancer, a Goneril straight out of melodrama; perhaps only Martin Gabel's blunt, forthright Kent keeps its outline. Round the play's great lonely poetic peaks roar the cold winds of human evil and malign fate, the bleak message that...