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...Night, Mother is the screen adaptation of Marsha Norman's Tony-winning stage play about the confrontation between a mother and daughter before the daughter's suicide. In simple, elegant scenes the comfortable monotony of daily tasks is made eerie and frighteningly unusual...
...NEXT hour and a half, 'night, Mother reproduces Marsha Norman's minutely choreographed jockeying between mother and daughter, the former trying to persuade the latter to abandon her ghoulish intention and the latter holding fast to her position...
...just sit down, look at the keys, get up and walk out." This time there would be no such embarrassments. Marsha and Charlie Hinch -- "They have the Foothills' men's store," Marge said -- dropped by early on the Saturday of recital to brush up. Charlie, a beginner, was to play The Oak Grove on the organ. Marsha upbraided him for not bringing his music. "I've played the son of a bitch 500 times," Charlie said. "I don't need the music." (People in Montana talk earthy, even Marge. One day Charlie was rehearsing, and, as she tells...
...first number was Beethoven's Egmont Overture, and the quartet that played it -- Marsha Hinch, Myrna Paulis, Darlene Ferris and Mary Stokes -- played it without a hitch. There was no metronome in evidence, but you could get the count by watching their chins and brows. Next Marsha and Myrna played Greensleeves. Then Mary Rathman, a seriously accomplished pianist and mother of eight children, played a Debussy prelude and two Chopin etudes. Her hands flew. Lois Crabtree and Chris McClue played a rhapsody, Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled My Soul. Charlie Hinch had a rough start on The Oak Grove...
...husband's shoulder. Most of the schoolchildren were mystified. But some began sobbing as they saw the reaction of the adults. To those in the stands came a brusque order: "Everybody back on the buses." The lift-off celebration at McAuliffe's high school faded slowly. To Sophomore Marsha Bailey, the TV pyrotechnics looked like "part of the staging" in any space shot. Students began quizzing each other. Then a deep voice in the balcony shouted, "Shut up, everybody, listen!" In the silence, the televised narration of the disaster finally made the outcome all too clear. Three teachers put their...