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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cheery and optimistic, cute and funny, honest and poignant. Superbly acted by Barnard Hughes, who played the title role 549 times of Broadway before hitting the road, this version of Da exemplifies the work of a master playwright who not only listened to the voices in his head but understood their meaning as well...
THEIR REAL PROBLEM, now and possibly in the long run, is Kennedy. Labor leaders who were carping about the existing two parties only a few months ago have already started flocking to the Kennedy banner. United Auto Workers chief Doug Fraser, head of the Progressive Alliance, has put out the word his energies will now be spent touting Teddy. And there's a good chance the Citizens ambitions for 1984 will be foiled by Kennedy in the Oval Office...
Hugh Leonard writes plays by listening to the voices in his head. Like most of his other works, Da is autobiographical, but it does more than bring to life the childhood memories of a middle-aged playwright: it beautifully recreates a father, typical in his unworldliness, his humility, and the sincerity of his love for his only son, Charlie...
...jump master that will who will later on be the one who goes up in the plane with us and gives us the push out the door. Maclaughlin is as sharp-eyed and as brusque as a boot camp sergeant. He spreads his legs, arching and throwing his head back yelling, "ARCHTHOUSAND, TWO THOUSAND, THREE THOUSAND, FOUR THOUSAND, FIVE THOUSAND, SIX THOUSAND, LOOK" he looks to his left heel. "LOOK." He looks to a release on his right pelvis, "PULL". He pulls the release. "PUNCH." He punches open the imaginary auxillary chute: the litany for a jumper after exiting...
...fall, back to the ground. One second, I flip around twice, no parachute. Two seconds, I twirl twice, still no parachute. Three seconds, I plummet, forehead toward the earth. Four, my harness tears at my hips and chest, swings my feet above my head. The parachute glides above me. The earth is a gray mound, Boston glimmers on the horizon. I make out a small rectangular building surrounded by dots, a small field and then trees and lakes. The air swirls silently. A band of trees approaches but I glance once more to the parachute, the sky and the horizon...