DISCLAIMER: WIKIPEDIA RESEARCH AHEAD. I can't find my goddamned Brockett, it is absolutely nowhere in this house but then where did it go. [confused ben body language]
So Eugene O'Neill. An interesting guy. His most lasting contribution to the American theatre was realism; stark realism, more often than not. Stark because all but one (1) of his plays is a tragedy, the tragic* comedy Ah, Wilderness!, a piece largely remembered for Mark Chevalier's purple, brown, and skeletal set. Sigh... so tragic. His importance as a force of American theatre was reinforced during his lifetime as he won four (4!) Pulitzer Prizes, awarded for:
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Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Quick Note on Homecoming
Homecoming, by Mr. Eugene O'Neill, was finished last night out on the porch.
Previously, this would be cause for excitement, if not a drunken bitch session with other theatre students/normal people who felt like I did after I read The Hairy Ape: glassy-eyed, lethargic, filled with post-modern John Osbourne-levels of rage, and thoroughly bored out of my goddamn skull.
Previously, this would be cause for excitement, if not a drunken bitch session with other theatre students/normal people who felt like I did after I read The Hairy Ape: glassy-eyed, lethargic, filled with post-modern John Osbourne-levels of rage, and thoroughly bored out of my goddamn skull.
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