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When Dreyfuss was eight, his family moved to Beverly Hills. Rick was in his first production at the local Jewish center when he was nine. "I never got less than the lead after that," he boasts. By the time he was twelve he was reciting Shakespeare before the bathroom mirror. His dream-then, now and probably for-evermore-was to play Cassius in Julius Caesar. Though the world has made a villain out of Cassius, the leader of the plot to kill Caesar, the scion of political iconoclasts knew that he was really a good fellow. "Cassius was sympathetic...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Show Business: Hollywood's Flying Object | 12/5/1977 | See Source »

Drama is not a photographic art. Holding the mirror up to nature has virtually nothing to do with producing mirror images. Unfortunately, Wendy Wasserstein seems to have written her first play with a Polaroid...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theater: Stereotopical | 12/5/1977 | See Source »

...Lost Cookies," an original play by Tommy Kramer '79 and Adam Bellow (Princeton '79), is a satirical and thematic success because it holds up a mirror to each of us, a window into the past; it helps us to laugh at the traumas that once caused us to cry in bewilderment...

Author: By David Dalquist, | Title: Finding Our Lost Cookies | 12/3/1977 | See Source »

...friends confront this challenge with class and cleverness, providing the necessary comedy to keep everything in perspective. It is a very funny play, and it was a very funny year. And like Tim, Stan, Marcie, JC, Sue, Maggi and Jock, you can take some time to look in the mirror and laugh at yourself and say, "Sanity is such a burden...

Author: By David Dalquist, | Title: Finding Our Lost Cookies | 12/3/1977 | See Source »

...eyes scared. 'Somewhere under here are my two children,' he said softly. Those who had escaped by hiding in the caves where livestock are generally kept hunted for other survivors; when they heard a cry, they dug. A lady in black walked through the rubble carrying a mirror almost as tall as she and somehow still intact. Pausing to rest, she set it carefully on the ground for a moment. 'Now I've lost my husband,' she said. 'And my question is Why kill us? We don't fight...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MIDDLE EAST: Border Violence, Hands of Peace | 11/21/1977 | See Source »

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