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...RATS and The Indian Wants the Bronx are not plays, but rather scenes by Israel Horovitz which opened at the Charles Playhouse this past Thursday. Neither of the offerings has the force and wit (or even obscenity and music) of Horovitz's later play, Morning -part of the trilogy Morning, Noon, and Night -which had its New England premiere at the Loeb last fall. It is apparent that Horovitz knows how to write at least the beginnings and ends of plays, but the middles fall through. In Rats, the evening's opener, two rats discuss their backgrounds and childhoods...
...oversized nursery in a Harlem tenement. Jebbie, "a fat Harlem rat," sits counting his money amidst a six-foot-high crib and ten-foot baby chair. It is quite possible that a metaphor of a man as a rat in the nursery of the universe was implied, but Horovitz did not choose to develop the play in that direction. Bobby is a hung-up Greenwich, Connecticut rat. Jebbie exclaims, "I gotta tell you kid, I'm hip to your problems (Greenwich and all that) because I get calls from two-hundred little madras-commuting-blond-Nazi-God-bless-America mice...
...generally a disappointing day for Harvard, All three divers failed to reach the semifinals in one-meter competition, and defending Eastern champion Mike Cahalan had to settle for seventh (21.91) in the 50-free. Paul Horovitz was tenth...
...perhaps a cruel joke Mr. Horovitz is playing on the theatregoer- but a necessary one. It is exactly the kind of communications impasse he is dealing with that spawns the rhetoric that leads to real racism, law-and-order candidates, blacklash and violence. It is no surprise that his play ends with a grotestquely scary and ecumenical ("Kill the white man! Kill the black man!") chant of murder...
...show up- and what follows is one of the great non-orgies of all time. Only in the sixties, in the days of the so-called sexual revolution, can people of such widely varied sexual tastes come together- only to find that none of their tastes coincide. Like Horovitz, McNally powerfully demonstrates how the multitude of roles available to liberated modern man can become a humanity-crushing obsession...