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...Santoli, the Vietnam vet who compiled Everything We Had, has mastered some of these techniques. His eye for the lucid description is acute, and he has selected remarkably articulate passages. Too articulate, maybe. His list of contributors would indicate that almost every Vietnam veteran either lives in Vermont or writes plays or practices law--not exactly a representative sample from what was very much a working class war. Furthermore, the descriptions of what has happened to these men and women since the war are pitifully inadequate. For example: "Karl Phaler is deputy attorney general for the state of California...
Perhaps the best example of this "so-close-vet-so-far" performance occurred in the New England Team Race Championships. Horn said the yachtsmen there "sailed well on the water," but lost what appeared to be first place to upheld protests on land...
...upon the set's wooden-board floor echo through the house. Occasionally, one of the more confident dancers lets out a strained cheer or cutious exclamation. The footwork is fascinating, but so lacking in cluberance that it seems more like an exercise than a dance. This jig-perfectly executed vet perfectly lifeless-sets the mood for almost the entire production...
FORTUNATELY, it takes more than over-directing to take the life out of a Gilbert and Sullivan winner like Patience. Gilbert's lyrics have vet to be topped by any songwriter for sheer cleverness: in Bunthorne's confession that he is an "aesthetic sham," to name just one memorable example, he sings. "This air severe/is but a mere/veneer.... This costume chaste/is but good taste/misplaced." And Lady's Jane's second-act solo, sung by the exemplary Ethelwyn (Muff) Worden, to this day speaks to the audiences of Doctors Tarnower and Pritikin...
...conjure up the printed page, and by Melissa Franklin in a grating, one-note performance. But there is very good work by Madora Thomson, whose fluent, hammy gestures and Bryn Mawr accent are both funny and seductive; by Christopher Randolph, an endearing, intelligent, convincingly lived-in old Pantalone, fresh vet familiar; and by the director, whose seemingly effortless, unctuous gigolo is a model of how this kind of comedy should be played. Good as his performance is, he would have done better absenting himself and spreading those good instincts around...