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...playwright scene, Edward Albee is the emperor who has no clothes. People tend to forget that Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?* opened on Oct. 13, 1962. That drama is a work of permanence, and the expressions "a Virginia Woolf couple" or a "Virginia Woolf marriage" have drifted into common parlance. In the more than twelve years that have followed, Albee has written seven plays, and all of them put together possess the cumulative magnetic impact of a shelf of dead batteries...
...rather more effective in its original form as written by Britain's Giles Cooper than it was as rewritten by Albee, or so some critics said. After creating the wily priest and the slandering lawyer in Tiny Alice, the play that immediately followed Virginia Woolf, Albee no longer seemed able to invent any characters that possessed dramatic vigor. They all appeared to be suffering from acute spinal inertia and total mental ennui. Finally, he largely abandoned his strong suit, which was a flair for vituperatively explosive dialogue and bitchy humor. Instead, his characters have spoken for years now with...
...interview in the Paris Review, Albee credits the title to a distinctly literary graffito inscribed in soap on the mirror of a Greenwich Village bar. He wrote to Leonard Woolf, the husband of the dead novelist, who gave him permission...
...showing this film to benefit the Indochina Peace Campaign. Five people collaborated to make this--Jane Fonda, Tom Hayden, Christine Burrill, Bill Yahraus and Haskell Wexier, who did the actual filming. He's one of the best cinematographers in America now--he did Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, In the Hest of the Night, American Graffiti, and Medium Cool. Here he's filming North Vietnam and the liberated sections of South Vietnam--shots of Hanol, and the ruined Bach Mai Hospital, PRG soldiers, interviews with Le Duc Tho and others. All of this was done on very low budget...
Traditional novelists toss pebbles into domestic pools and then take notes. The postwar fashion has been to track these projectiles directly into the muck below, but there is another, older way. As masters like Henry James and Virginia Woolf knew, the ripples on the surface can bedevil the eye and engage the mind. Before My Time brushes up this earlier technique. It transforms a brief disturbance of hearth and home into an age of anxiety...