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...people in amusing ways. The cartoon violence in Supergirl is so tepid that we can only wonder if Szware was worried about in timidating males insecure about muscle bound women. The persons Supergirl bashes are two painfully stereotypical redneck truckers with ungentlemanly designs on Supergirl's too, too solid flesh. She can't even bring herself to hit the amazingly unthreatening invisible monster that tears up the countryside, choosing for some unknown reason a more ladylike lightning bolt. And why is it that someone who can fly has to crawl across a shaking floor instead of flying across...
...Crouchback or Charles Ryder might have had such plaintive thoughts about their ignoble times. Wilson interjects such commentary to underscore the point that the assemblages of traits and mannerisms that are his characters are too confused or corrupt for weighty contemplation. Wilson is forbearing about the sins of the flesh, while the transgressions against reason are greeted with disdain. Conservative authority is the secret hero of this book; hapless liberalism and its freebooting institutions are the goats. The result is a sharp irony concisely expressed by an envious KGB agent: "How could a man reach Blore's position...
...took for an undergraduate to be expelled for insubordination in 1766. But although the food may have improved in the last two hundred years, the men who rule Harvard have not. If you dare declare "Weinberger stinketh..." or "Duarte recketh.." with the pungent odor of burning flesh, you may be tossed out of school...
...artist has a higher motive: "Because the welts I raise make such attractive and meaningful designs." After the Fall, whose original production opened the Repertory Theater of Lincoln Center in 1964, is a 2½-hour act of flagellation in which Arthur Miller's whips sear his own flesh and that of anyone he touched or who touched him. Two decades later, in John Tillinger's streamlined, harrowing off-Broadway revival, the scars of passion and pain still show. The wounds this play opened will not heal...
...More over, she affects a wispy giggle that mimics Monroe and every little girl lost from Susan Alexander Kane to Judy Garland. Yet Wiest has managed to bleach the intelligence out of her face, leaving only a cunning child with the look of a battered seraph. This is no flesh-and-blood performance; it is pure, chilling marrow. Emotional striptease is what such acting is all about. But perhaps not play writing...