Word: proles
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...Weill collaborations. Yet it is always a mistake to deride the potency of stereotypes in the theater or the power of good-vs.-evil allegories, however simpleminded. Here the premise is that Mr. Mister (David Schramm), the boss of Steeltown, U.S.A., is a cigar-chomping tyrant, and his gutsy prole of a foe, Larry Foreman (Randle Mell), is a knight in blue-collar armor. We meet Mister's toadies: mousy Reverend Salvation, sycophantic College President Prexy and craven Editor Daily. As a whore with a heart of tarnished nickel, Lisa Banes is achingly vulnerable, and Michele-Denise Woods keens...
...movie. Perhaps the high point of the film comes when a lanky, ill-dressed chap recounts the many reasons why he would rather be a judge than a coal miner. While in the midst of discussing the routine of a miner's life down in the pits, the deadpanning prole notes the boring conversations that go on in the mines...
...thwarted revolutions. He's sort of sympathetic in his weakness; surely he would be happier with his head in the clouds. Instead, he's worse off than we are, with his feet firmly planted under the ground. It might be going a bit too far to call him a prole, but he works hard, yet he's been "forgotten and kicked downstairs. No family background? Then don't ask for any favors down here, young...
...When you're out of Butz, you're out of guts!" runs the slogan. To illustrate, we are whisked to one of those boisterous prole bars where every guy in the joint clutches a foaming mug or frosted bottle. Shapiro carries the scene to its ruthlessly realistic and quite hilarious conclusion. One guy, who seems to be just easing out of a day driving the No. 4 bus, decks a well-groomed type in a flowered shirt. The whole bar erupts, the virtues of malt and macho are duly celebrated, and the place looks like Pork Chop Hill...
...wants to give his daughter a splashy lawn wedding reception. His workers are sullen, sassy and querulous. Two of them, Fitzpatrick (Emery Battis) and Marshall (John Cazale), verbally dominate the play, like stinging tarantulas. On a certain level, Storey has drawn a scathing portrait of the welfare state prole. But Storey never withdraws his compassion from any of these men. When the foreman, Kay (John Braden), is exposed as an ex-convict, and another workman is mocked because his wife deserted him for his impotence, Storey fills each man's eyes with a scalding, terrible hurt. The wedding never...