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...abuse you're putting up with is certainly severe enough to produce a sort of Doll's House in reverse--"Terry--you're leaving." On the other hand, there's obviously been some compelling reason for your holding on to me even this long--so if you did a Streetcar and kept me, I don't think you'd be sinning against conventional psychology...
...election, gentrification will have expanded from Back Bay, the Fenway and the South End to the original streetcar suburbs--Charlestown, Brighton, Ashmont Hill and Jamaica Plain. More and more rising young professionals, children of affluence, born in VA-and FHA-financed suburbs, are opting for the brick townhouses instead of housing tracts and the Southeast Expressway traffic, and re-shaping the city with their Cuisinart, Volvo and exposed brick style...
...BEST was yet to come in the form of Woody Allen's outrageous farce, God, also a spoof of Greek tragedy. In contrast to the small cast in Phoenix, God has a cast of thousands including people planted in the audience, characters out of Tennesee Williams' Streetcar Named Desire, several playwrights and Allen himself (an offstage voice, don't get too excited). If Phoenix is a bit unsubtle, God is a bull rhino in a package store. A more insane play could hardly be imagined...
...voluptuary who spends a good deal of time in the percales, principally with Greeks, among them vulgarian Businessman Petros Kalkanis and Naval Officer Teddy Avaliotis, whom she marries. Among other Sunday adventures, she is assaulted by her husband's mad father Costa. Kazan, a director of note (A Streetcar Named Desire, Viva Zapata, America America) tends to write scenarios rather than novels. That might be acceptable except for the fact that his dramatis personae seem to be created for the viewer rather than the reader. Still, the novelist's ear for Greco-American intonations is uncanny...
...Martha Peterson, 32, a tall, blonde vice consul in the U.S. embassy in Moscow, drove her car to a deserted street in the Soviet capital. Quickly changing from a white dress to a black outfit that would meld into the shadows, she boarded in rapid succession a bus, a streetcar, a subway and a taxi. Satisfied that she was not being tailed, she walked to a bridge over the Moscow River and deftly thrust a stone into a chink in the wall...