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...playwrights to come out of Ireland in the last decade, has made a career on just this sort of intimate performance, the kind that exists nowhere but in theaters and establishments that serve alcohol. You certainly won't find it at the local tenplex. His biggest successes, like The Weir, have taken this technique to its extremities, packing Broadway and West End theaters and then filling everyone in on the local stories of an Irish town. The result often feels more forced than intimate. But anyone who's heard the chilling central monologue of The Weir and experienced an entire...
According to Jamie Weir, Harvard assistant director of sports media relations, a biopsy of the tissue yielded positive news...
...borders were clean and it had not spread to her lymph nodes," Weir said...
...setting comes as close as is Nielsen-feasible to admitting that class is still in session: that it does matter where you were born and what you own, that there are invisible psychological obstacles to moving outside your circle, that social mobility is hardly frictionless. When school brain Lindsay Weir on Freaks, for instance, mixes with a crowd of rebels, she is dallying with kids who, as one puts it, "shoplift in [her] daddy's store." Roswell, likewise, explores nature-vs.-nurture questions through its teen aliens--two were adopted by a well-off family; the other grew up poorer...
...This year's girl does not have supernatural powers. This year's girl does not wield a sword or a stake, does not have a pinup's bod, does not even sport a radiant mane of natural curls. What Lindsay Weir has is a prodigious brain that she's slightly uncomfortable with, an olive-drab jacket weighing on her shoulders like chain mail and--something rare enough among prime-time adults, let alone teens--a genuine crisis of faith. Having witnessed, alone, the death of her grandmother--who told Lindsay, as she slipped away, that she saw "nothing" beyond--Lindsay...