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Tag Archives: Eugene O’Neill
Interview with actor/director/teacher Ryan Czerwonko
I’ve written about Adult Film before here, and had been wanting for a while to sit down and interview one of the founders, Ryan Czerwonko, about what he and his group are up to. Finally, we carved out some space … Continue reading
November 2021 Viewing Diary
The Wire, half of Season 3 This is the busiest time of year in re: film-critic-land, so had to stop my re-watch of The Wire to make room for new releases. I’ll get back to it! All Is Forgiven (2007; … Continue reading
Posted in Monthly Viewing Diary, Movies, Television
Tagged Amy Heckerling, Balkans, Dean Stockwell, documentary, drama, Ethan Hawke, Eugene O'Neill, France, Ingmar Bergman, Jake Gyllenhaal, Japan, Katharine Hepburn, literary adaptation, Long Day's Journey Into Night, Mexico, Mia Hansen-Løve, Mia Wasikowska, New Zealand, Paul Thomas Anderson, Quantum Leap, Rebecca Hall, Sidney Lumet, Spain, Sweden, The Beatles, Will Ferrell, women directors
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The Books: Method Actors: Three Generations of an American Acting Style, by Steve Vineberg
Daily Book Excerpt: Theatre Next book on the acting/theatre shelf is Method Actors: Three Generations of an American Acting Style, by Steve Vineberg Steve Vineberg makes some pretty broad claims for Method acting in his book, and for that reason … Continue reading
Mickey Rourke as James Tyrone?
In this post about Laurette Taylor and her comeback, MrG and I start to discuss Mickey Rourke in the comments, and the possibility of his giant comeback – which seriously, if it actually happens, will be like a man resurrecting … Continue reading
Posted in Actors
Tagged Eugene O'Neill, Ireland, Long Day's Journey Into Night, Mickey Rourke
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Happy Birthday, Eugene O’Neill
“I remember at one point going through everything of Eugene O’Neill. I was struck by the sheer theatricality of his plays. You could see how they worked. I read them all one summer. I had nosebleeds, and for some reason … Continue reading
Dean Stockwell Listening, Part 2
The wrenching last 2 scenes of Long Day’s Journey – between Jamie and Edmund … and then the scene that ends the play, involving the whole tragic family. It’s his face as he takes it all in. And this is … Continue reading
Posted in Actors, Movies
Tagged Dean Stockwell, Eugene O'Neill, Katharine Hepburn, Long Day's Journey Into Night, Sidney Lumet
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Dean Stockwell Listening
I’ve always been a fan of Dean Stockwell. Think the first time I really encountered him was in Married to the Mob (I mean, besides when I was a kid, and I saw all those movies – Secret Garden, Kim, … Continue reading
Posted in Actors
Tagged Dean Stockwell, Eugene O'Neill, Katharine Hepburn, Long Day's Journey Into Night, Sidney Lumet
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Today in History: Nov. 3, 1916
Eugene O’Neill made his New York debut – with a one-act play presented in a night of three one-acts – at the new Playwrights Theatre – on 139 Macdougal Street, in Greenwich Village. It was the first season for this … Continue reading
The Books: “Long Day’s Journey into Night” (Eugene O’Neill)
Next in my Daily Book Excerpt: Next on the script shelf: Still on Eugene O’Neill – next play on the shelf is Long Day’s Journey into Night It’s such a nice cheery play, isn’t it? Really fills you with hope. … Continue reading