Word: kerrs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Natural-Born Slob. Says Jean .Kerr: "I seem to need less consolation than a lot of my friends," and one reason may be her solid religious convictions. "The most important thing about me," she says, "is that I am a Catholic. It's a superstructure within which you can work, like the sonnet. I need that. A good director tells the actors where to move exact ly; then they're free to act. I'm grateful for that discipline, and I've never had a crisis of conscience." In a recurrent dream, she dies, now in a road accident...
...confesses that her "besetting sin is sloth. I'm a natural-born slob. I once mislaid a copy of the Reader's Digest in my purse." ("I," pronounces Walter Kerr with critical accuracy, "am a hell of a lot neater than she is.") She buys enough cosmetics to underwrite a television program, spends hours and fortunes at the hairdresser, but cares little for clothes, buying cut-rate bargains. She has been wearing the same grey-fur-collared cloth coat to Broadway openings for years, frequently with a button missing...
Backstage, the Kerrs are respected as genuine professionals, even if Jean can now and then be persuaded to change a line by an actor who calls her "sweetie." Together they have set some sort of theatrical record, he as a director and she as playwright, for seriously antagonizing almost no one, despite the frenetic, hypersensitive atmosphere of pre-Broadway rehearsals, when nearly everyone behaves?as Jean Kerr puts it?"as if they had just been rescued from burning stables." The lone, whinnying exception is Elaine Stritch, frenetic, hypersensitive star of their unfortunate 1958 musical, Goldilocks. "Jean and Walter," says Elaine...
Poems Every Sunday. But Jean finds herself in her family. "Children run longer than plays," she says, and the five best testimonials to her are Christopher, Colin, John, Gilbert and Gregory Kerr. Seldom have boys been so publicly caricatured by a mother and seldom have five boys picked up so much character from a mother (and father) in private. They are independent and unselfconscious, too mature to expect Christmas more than once a year but too normal to settle for a single Halloween. Every Sunday evening they recite poems?from Milton to Hopkins?that they have learned during the week...
Mary, Mary. Jean Kerr's wit neatly jabs mankind and womankind...