Word: ago
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Love," sad to say, has become a modern-day cliche. Writing about love has turned into the pasttime of high school poets. The literary romance with love that bloomed more than a century ago has withered, replaced by triteness and a suspicion of sincerity. Yet Da, advertised as "an irresistible comedy" portrays paternal--and filial--love with remarkable realism and sensitivity. Da is irresistible because its love has charmisma: it is cheery and optimistic, cute and funny, honest and poignant. Superbly acted by Barnard Hughes, who played the title role 549 times of Broadway before hitting the road, this version...
...generations ago, Thornton Wilder wrote Our Town, a play that captures the earnestness and innocence of Americans trapped in towns with one drugstore, one doctor, one minister and one cemetary; towns like the Irish hamlet where Charlie lives with his mother and father. But for all its simplicity, Our Town is imbued with the super-natural: in the cemetary that overlooks the town, a host of the dead assemble to discuss life. One of the dead, a woman named Emily, barters with the play's narrator for the chance to watch herself relive one day of her life, her twelfth...
...tempting to call this Da a family company. Hughes optioned Da several years ago, plucking it off his agent's desk. When it came time to cast the national company (after winning a handful of Tonys on Broadway) he ensured that both his wife Helen--who plays Charlie's mother, Da's wife--and his daughter Laura--who acts the town tart--were cast alongside him. Their talent merits his nepotism. Indeed, only Tom Crawley's performance as the elder Charlie seems weak; more likely he simply is overwhelmed by Hughes...
Henneken said the results grew out of research he did five years ago, which linked smoking, overeating, and other "risk factors" to disease in white married males...
...weeks ago I went for a bike ride up into the hills with a friend who works in the pasta factory, a man who has mastered the world and mentality of American business. The further one climbs up into the Appenines the less trace there is of modernization, until finally one reaches little villages that have stood since the middle ages. They are as fine an example of balance between man and nature as the pasta factory is of the destruction of that balance. We ate in a little Trattoria where the pasta was made fresh in the kitchen instead...