Word: dexterous
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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EVERY DAY during reading period. I trudged through Dexter Gate on my way into the Yard and to Lamont. One morning I glanced up at the inscription--"Enter to Grow in Wisdom"--and laughed at the irony as I crammed for my finals. Late that night when I left the library I tried to get out to Mass. Ave. by the same gate but it was locked shut "Depart to Serve Better Thy Country and Thy Kind" was the statement above the padlock, and that too struck me as an appropriate coincidence...
Last spring in London, John Dexter directed Rex Harrison and, as the sisters, Diana Rigg and Rosemary Harris in a production so dazzlingly elegant that the final, abrupt catastrophe seemed a nightmare from which the descending curtain would deliver the audience. Now Harrison, a strangely serene fatalist of a patriarch, has come to Broadway in Anthony Page's more earthbound revival. These are not Olympians playing at mortal games but overage children playing blindman's buff as the apocalypse closes in on them. Still, they are Shaw's creatures, and in this splendid, savory play they...
...getting into "a homicidal rage" when thinking of Hall: "Working for him was like working for Richard Nixon. Like Nixon, he always has a couple of underlings around who finish his enemies off by spoiling their reputations. I've talked to all of them-Laurence Olivier, John Dexter and Michael Blakemore [three of Hall's onetime colleagues]-and there is a unanimous feeling of righteous indignation...
...good or ill, the current Broadway revival brings Williams down to earth. This time the moonbeams are paved with asphalt. Though Designer Ming Cho Lee has buttressed the Wingfield's St. Louis home with fleecy clouds, he has furnished it in a sturdy naturalistic style. Director John Dexter has paced the play to move one resolute step at a time, and encouraged the actors to deliver their lines with clarion force. This is a "solid" production, but it should be buoyant. The Wingfields imbibe a kind of emotional helium; only the guy wires of propriety keep them from floating...
...lavish and delectable survey of the theater work of the English painter David Hockney, which opened last week at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis. It was organized by the Walker's director, Martin Friedman, whose catalogue, with additional essays by Poet Stephen Spender and Theater Director John Dexter, is the definitive work on Hockney as stage designer. The show will travel to Mexico City, Toronto, Chicago, Fort Worth and San Francisco, but not east of the Hudson. The irony is that most of Hockney's American theater audience, meaning the people who have seen his opera designs...