They're selling a "Best of" Theresa Rebeck at 2nd Stage. It supposedly includes "Water's Edge," "The Scene," and some others. Is it available in book stores? What is the full title?
THE SCENE is the only good play she's ever written. THE WATER'S EDGE was absolutely horrible---I can't remember the last time I saw any kind of "entertainment" that was so unintentionally hilarious. It made PRYMATE or BOBBI BOLAND look like Tennessee Williams.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
In college, young directors kept choosing this awful play by her, about dating. The worst, melodramatic crap I've ever seen, but it got produced 3 times in 2 years at my school. I still have no idea why.
What was that awful Post-911 play she wrote? Omnium Gatherum, or something like that. It was one of the most pretentious things I've ever seen.
OMNIUM GATHERUM was a finalist, not a winner of the Pulitzer prize (runner-up to I AM MY OWN WIFE).
And yes, it was an overly didactic, annoying mess.
I wonder if her "Catwoman" screenplay is in the collection?
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
[http://margochanning.broadwayworld.com/]
"The Devil Be Hittin' Me" -- Whitney
To be fair, she's one of a few people credited with writing the story, but still..........
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
[http://margochanning.broadwayworld.com/]
"The Devil Be Hittin' Me" -- Whitney
She also wrote the truly awful BAD DATES, which, despite some terrific work from Julie White, was thoroughly unwatchable.
And yet she still gets people to put her crappy plays on...
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Yeah, she wrote OMNIUM with Alexandra Gersten-Vassilaros (Bernie's niece) -- another bad playwright.
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
[http://margochanning.broadwayworld.com/]
"The Devil Be Hittin' Me" -- Whitney
It's amazing how many talent-free people get work, isn't it? Apparently she had enough talent in her for just the one play (THE SCENE), but has been hired for so many others - and film too.
Have I ever shown you my Shattered Dreams box? It's in my Disappointment Closet. - Marge Simpson
Oh God, GOSSIP...with the pre-ALMOST FAMOUS Kate Hudson. What a piece of s*it that was!
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body