Word: soliloquys
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...with a solo lament by a middle-aged man (Anthony Heald) on the verge of proposing marriage. It ends with him and his intended (Christine Baranski) having their first really honest conversation, via the telephone. Safely alone, if groping toward connection, they engage in dialogue by means of shared soliloquy. In the middle, the woman meets the man's old high school buddies -- an encounter that the lovers interpret in opposite ways and analyze to oblivion. Feiffer deftly satirizes self-awareness and communication, even while urging the need for them...
...bare stage, giving a luncheon speech to the alumnae of the prep school she once attended. Slowly the successful veneer of Heidi's life is stripped away as she tries to ad-lib a free-form answer to the assigned topic, "Women, Where Are We Going?" Heidi's soliloquy ends with these words: "I don't blame any of us. We're all concerned, intelligent, good women." Pause. "It's just that I feel stranded. And I thought that the whole point was that we wouldn't feel stranded. I thought the point was that we were all in this...
...diplomacy seemed so bright at the beginning of a new year. High hopes for 1989 are the result of high drama in 1988. Twice, just as the curtain was coming down on the old year, a major figure stepped to the edge of the footlights and delivered a soliloquy intended to persuade the world that he is tired of playing a villain. He pledged that the policies he represents had changed in fundamental and salutary ways. And the audience, including a skeptical American President, applauded...
...production, one of the few things that unites the three plays. Flute's Queen of the Night (Lee Ann Einert) rules over the proceedings with a can of Rolling Rock in her outstretched hand. Soprano's bourgeois Londoners drink the stuff, too. And Hamlet's (Elijah Aron) famous soliloquy now begins, "To drink beer or not to drink beer...
...light and silly first act to the whiny and petulant second act. But I feel sorry for Molly Hoagland, who has to stand erect and keep a straight face while Trig Tarazi hides and busies himself beneath her skirt, and for Celia Wren, who has to deliver a somber soliloquy about how, as a middle-aged divorcee, she rediscovered masturbation...