Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Death of a Salesman: a week on Friday

Ah... something to sooth me. Now there's a sight for sore eyes and heavy heart. And by all accounts - as if we expected different - it looks to be a great production.


David Duff said...

Sorry again, but I 'do' plays as well.

I'm feeling tired today, so excuse my laziness in re-printing a letter I sent to the house magazine of the Richmond Shakespeare Society, my AmDramSoc, where I am considered to be an even bigger pain in the arse than you think I am!

Arthur Miller has died - probably of terminal boredom from re-reading his own plays. The liberal 'literati' are weeping buckets despite the fact that this 'Valiant for Truth and Justice' contrived during his life to 'ditch the bitch' and marry Monroe, and later, to consign the mongoloid son of his thrid wife to an institution for life with out once visitng him. From the comforts and privacy of his 300-acre estate in Connecticut, this zillionaire socialist never stopped prating on behalf of the working class, but alas, his famous plea on behalf of his deadbeat (and dead thick!) Salesman, "Attention must be paid!", simply invites a yawn followed by a "why?"

I write these moderate and considered words lest our Play Selection Committee falls prey to the sort of sopping sentimentality with which Miller outdid even the lachrymose Walt Disney, and feels impelled to put one of his tedious plays in our programme for next year. Don't do it! Apart from anything else, it will only provoke a really rude letter from me. Hard to believe, I know, but you have been warned."

You see, Lisa, how to win friends and influence people!

Reidski said...

"AmDramSoc"?????? Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

David Duff said...

I'm worried about Reidski. Has been smoking that stuff that makes you giggle at nothing?