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...season come from the pen of Ben Travers, an 89-year-old playwright who might well have been expected to have taken his final curtain. The National Theater has revived Travers' Plunder, serene fare today but daring when it was first produced 48 years ago because it set jewel theft and murder in a French-window farce. And brand new is The Bed Before Yesterday, a West End comedy that stars Joan Plowright as a foul-tempered, filthy-rich, frustrated widow belatedly discovering the pleasures of the marriage bed. The double-header triumph has earned Travers acclaim...
...teacher is an old pro, Eddie Waters (Jimmy Jewel), whose last laugh seems to have long been buried in the creases of his face. As his pupils sprint apprehensively through their routines -ethnic, absurd one liners, godawful -Eddie offers his philosophy of comedy: "A real comedian dares to see what his listeners shy away from, fear to express. A joke releases the tension, but a true joke has to do more than release tension, it has to liberate the will and the desire, it has to change the situation...
...about this book is what it reveals about the little old ladies who take their shopping bags to Bloomingdales, who attend B' nai Brith functions, who sit on park benches outside old age homes. I know I've been startled like this before-for instance, when a staid and jewel-bedecked elderly woman, whom I had automatically dismissed as uninteresting, somehow began to recount a tale of wandering barefoot and starving through wartime Russia with her little boy, begging for food and shelter. And there is the vague memory-did I invent it ?-of hearing my own grandmother tell...
...whose charms he seems immune but to whose weird logic he succumbs. No suicide till the plumber comes to fix the hot water, she tells him. But he doesn't intend to scald himself to death, he argues. Non sequitur follows non sequitur. A trio of international jewel thieves arrives, but they also do quick-change sequences as Indian priests, complete with cobra and waxwork replicas of Captain Blood, Buffalo Bill and Marie Antoinette. As may be guessed, a good deal of this is just plain silly, but the wackiness is infectious, and at play's end Rupert...
Like most Loeb productions, Mary Stuart is technically impressive--from the simple, stylized sets to Elizabeth's jewel-encrusted costumes to the eloquent lighting. The final scene--Elizabeth's last hurrah--is superbly staged: the lights dim on each of the queen's advisers as they leave her one by one, until she sits alone, framed by a spotlight on her proud, lonely face. The effect is magnificent...