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Perhaps as incendiary an example of this revisionism as Brustein has ever offered is the A.R.T.'s current Three Sisters, a production by Rumanian Director Andrei Serban that transforms the customarily lugubrious Chekhov portrait of a doomed family into a knock about farce. Actors pout like children on a stage strewn with Producer toys. Earnest philosophizing about suffering and social evolution is played as vapid bourgeois chitchat. The fondest wish of the Prozorov sisters - to return to the gaiety of Moscow - is voiced as a giggling endearment to a baby. Yet the essence of the play is conveyed with...
...prognosticate gloomily, shaking their Maine hunting caps. "OI' Burt Reynolds sure become some kind of quiche-eater." To confirm these rock-ribbed fears that the erstwhile Gator's preference has turned to that metaphorical dish, they might very well point to the scene in Best Friends where, with a pout and an arched eyebrow. Burt grumbles to Goldie Hawn: "I hate grits." It is, it seems, a final, symbolic denial of his celluloid past...
...official wedlock, it seems, has choked off their former love and friendship. But the deterioration is never made clear by the script; both characters pout and mope for a while, and in the end the marriage is not so much broken down or negated as merely shrugged...
...Greek islands. Instead of titillating his young audience with a little sanitized incest, he offers them a genial disquisition on the joys of the menage a trois. Visually, however, the formula is as before-plenty of skin displayed before Arcadian scenery. The boy (Peter Gallagher) has a male-model pout for all emotions, and his American girlfriend (Daryl Hannah) obviously flunked elocution in high school, but their mutual friend from France (Valerie Quennessen) carries a nicely knowing quality about her. The writing and direction are appropriate to the setting: simple and primitive...
...eyed young woman. Alone, she drifts through the airport. Her name is Irena. She is an orphan, a virgin. She turns her head and surveys her surroundings with intent eyes. Their darkness rivals that of her short black hair. Her mouth is wide and seems to have a perpetual pout. She is pretty...