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...name is John Eyre, producer of the aesthetically if not financially sensible King Lear. Here he is living in an America of monthly payments, You-Auto-Buy-Now, Eisenhower and Lestoil, taking advantage of all that a middle-class world can offer, and, at the same time, maintaining fiercely the values and the pride of an upper class whose world has really ceased to exist...
Like Deathwatch, Lear has been great fun--but has lost money. That fact is the least of Mr. Eyre's worries: "I'm sorry it hasn't been such a popular success for the sake of the people who've worked on the show." He chalks it all up to experience, for he plans, right now at least, to go ahead on his own in the New York theatre after his graduation...
...want to prevent gluts like we had last weekend," Fox said. Lowell House and Winthrop House both staged productions during the period, and, in addition, an independent group presented King Lear...
After the war, Alec resumed his prewar stride with scarcely a hitch, and somehow there seemed to be more muscle in it. In the 1946-47 season he played a deeply original Fool that struck the critics almost as strongly as Olivier's Lear, and he did a swingeing good De Guiche in Guthrie's Cyrano. About the same time he considered working in the movies ("On the stage I never seemed to have a chance to wear trousers"), and Director David Lean gave him the role of Herbert Pocket, the young swell in Great Expectations. The next...
...characters -almost, unlike modern young men, to the exclusion of his own. If the '20s and '30s are remembered as nothing more than a dismal tract of history leading to present discontents, it will be partly because two wondrously articulate Fools were wiser than the lugubrious Lear of the tottering old order, whose motley they wore. Each disdains modern life. Huxley presents one character who might well speak for both authors when he recalls "Oxford in the remote days towards the beginning of our monstrous century...