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Tennessee Williams: “Blocked As a Writer”
Excerpt from letter of Tennessee Williams to his agent Audrey Wood: Hotel Rembrandt, Tangier 10/14/53 …Just before I sailed for Europe this time, Bill Inge said to me, Tenn, don’t you feel that you are blocked as a writer? I … Continue reading
Go, S. Epatha Merkerson!
“I’m 53 years old … and this is the first time I have ever been offered a lead role.” — from S. Epatha Merkerson’s Golden Globe speech for Lackawanna Blues. I am thrilled to see that she has come back … Continue reading
The Books: “The Dark at the Top of the Stairs” (William Inge)
Next script on my script shelf: Next play in my little unalphabetized pile of Samuel French plays is The Dark at the Top of the Stairs, by William Inge Man, I did this play once. I was so miscast. I … Continue reading
The Books: “Picnic” (William Inge)
Next on the script shelf Next play in my little unalphabetized pile of Samuel French plays is William Inge’s Picnic. Inge – one of THE biggest playwrights of the 1950s – his success did not go beyond that decade – … Continue reading
Picnic Memories
William Inge, playwright … his story (and mine – and what he means to me) is posted here. It’s his birthday today, so he’s been very much on my mind (obviously). I played Millie in a phenomenal production of Picnic. … Continue reading
Act II – the Picnic
Cakes are being baked, people are fluttering about getting ready. Millie waits on the porch, painfully self-conscious in her ridiculous dress, waiting for her “date” to appear. Finally, he does. He says all the right things. Tells her how pretty … Continue reading
Act II: The picnic
Music starts to play. Everyone is happy, gay … it is the night of the picnic. Hal holds out his hand to Millie, gesturing he’d like to dance with her. She, a tomboy, informs him as she steps into his … Continue reading
Act II: The Picnic
But then, as the dancing goes on, Millie relaxes and stops trying to lead. She relaxes in his arms, and lets go, a little bit. It’s romantic. She truly believes that maybe he likes her, maybe he’s into her. Even … Continue reading
Act II: The Picnic
And then … as darkness descends, Hal stops dancing with Millie, and instead starts dancing with Madge, the older sister. In an instant, you can feel the heat between them, the need. Millie – and the fact that SHE had … Continue reading
Act II: The Picnic
And this is how Millie spends her time the rest of the picnic. heh heh heh I mean, it’s not funny … Millie was very upset about her sister stealing her thunder and taking her man … but still. It’s … Continue reading