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- <text id=90TT1592>
- <title>
- June 18, 1990: The Love Gap
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- June 18, 1990 Child Warriors
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THEATER, Page 85
- The Love Gap
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <qt>
- <l>ELLIOT LOVES</l>
- <l>by Jules Feiffer</l>
- </qt>
- <p> The cartoons that Jules Feiffer syndicates to more than 100
- newspapers around the globe are world crises in miniature--angst-ridden responses by ordinary people to headline horrors
- and social absurdities. His plays have the same etched wit, the
- same arresting blend of compassion and chilly analysis and,
- alas for dramaturgy, the same tendency toward monologue: one
- of his central if unspoken themes is that people almost never
- speak to each other as insightfully as they speak to themselves.
- </p>
- <p> Elliot Loves, which opened off-Broadway last week in an
- elegant staging by Mike Nichols, starts with a solo lament by
- a middle-aged man (Anthony Heald) on the verge of proposing
- marriage. It ends with him and his intended (Christine
- Baranski) having their first really honest conversation, via
- the telephone. Safely alone, if groping toward connection, they
- engage in dialogue by means of shared soliloquy. In the
- middle, the woman meets the man's old high school buddies--an encounter that the lovers interpret in opposite ways and
- analyze to oblivion. Feiffer deftly satirizes self-awareness
- and communication, even while urging the need for them.
- </p>
- <p> He also offers almost as many one-liners and acridly funny
- character assassinations as Neil Simon. The focus is on the
- tormented relations between men and women; the title character
- defines love as the gap between what he needs from a woman and
- what he actually gets and settles for. Yet the best scenes are
- among the aging buddies, alternately boastful that they know
- one another better than anyone else and gloomy that they no
- longer know one another at all. But then, in Feiffer's world,
- nobody really knows anybody anyway--even himself.
- </p>
- <p>By William A. Henry III.
- </p>
-
- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
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