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Most plays get dated, but social-protest plays date more rapidly than others. They stand still while times change. Addressed to a flaming grievance, they lose their fire as the grievance is redressed. In Depression days, when unions were weak and embattled, the fierce rallying cry at the end of Clifford Odets' Waiting for Lefty-"STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!" -brought audiences to their feet with huzzahs. Today, playing before audiences sated with strikes, the line might well garner some Bronx cheers...
...part, says that "we have no interest in emasculating the Smothers." In fact, Tommy has promised to submit his scripts to the network's censors two weeks prior to broadcast date and his final tapes nine days before. He figures on laying off the Viet Nam issue and leaning into ecology. He would like to venture into animation and electronic experiments with film. What it all adds up to, he says, is that "Dick and I have to get back...
Upstairs was a zoo. Bob Ashe was sitting in the john puking his guts out. It seems that one of the girls had stood him up for what would have been his first real "date" since coming to the Cliffe. Three girls and two guys were in his room finishing off the remains of a quart of Cutty Sark in between halves of a hallway hockey game...
Downstairs was no better. The slaphappy laughter and pink fuzzy slippers couldn't hide the real sorrow of the tiny group of girls huddled around their milk and cookies. Saturday night at Harvard is really very little different from any other night. It does not carry the onus of "date night." But at Radcliffe on Saturday night the dorm is depopulated and only a few remain. It may not be in fact, terribly sad, but it sure seems that...
...only has Prince brought the form of the musical up-to-date with Company, but he has done the same thing with its subject matter. George Furth's book takes us on a tour with 38-year-old bachelor Robert (Dean Jones) of his (unhappily) married friends in an attempt to find out why "love is what it's all about." It is one of the only musical books I know of that does not, for one second, pander to the audience. There are no quick solutions, no easy jokes, no sentimentality of any kind. No one knows...