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There are the makings of a play in the resentment between the housewife, who nurses the mother, and her sister, whose answer to everything is writing a check. But Bergman settles for stale attempts at satire about city dwellers vs. suburbanites, trendy vs. square relations, rich vs. poor ones. The actors struggle to give the play life, but there is only one moment of insight. As Thomas' ever irreverent husband, Silver says, "I'm flip, which is another way of being shy." Perhaps that is Bergman's problem, and it is surely the problem of a weary genre: plenty...
...jokes aren't stale. The production may not in the end break ground for a new genre. While Keshishian doesn't give us much Bronte, he gives a whole lot of Madonna to whistle on the way home...
...speechwriter for Lee Iacocca, Gerald Ford and the chairman of the board of American Motors, and he has manifestly spent many hours with Kafka's In the Penal Colony and Orwell's dystopian visions. Walker's central figure, a nameless public relations man for a major corporation, is getting stale. The company packs him off for behavioral conditioning. Walker is not much on acronyms: the victim is made to undergo PAR--Positive Attitudinal Reinforcement--and SAD--Supervisory Aptitude Development. But the forced seminars ring with comic truths: the victim is considered a pariah because of his indifference to football...
...slimed its way back out the door, it turned and snarled, "You callous political schemer...you devious turncoat, that'll teach you to meddle in council politics." Standing amidst the remnants of my lunch and the smell of stale beer, I realized that in expressing my opinion on the divestment issue, I had unwittingly become an accomplice in a council coup d'etat...
Dartmouth! Even the most bumbling turncoat could have figured it out. The Issue Hyper-Sensitivity Beast had come from Dartmouth. Big, green, and smelling of stale beer. Late one night, hundreds of Dartmouth students must have gathered all their issue sensitivity into a ball and rolled it down Route 91. It snowballed all the way into Harvard Square...