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EDWIN O'CONNOR (1918 - 1968) |
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Plays by Edwin O'Connor |
I Was Dancing | ||
| 1st Produced: | National Theatre, Washington D C | Oct 1964 | ||||
Company: | n/a | |||||
| 1st Published: | Dramatists Play Service, NY, | ISBN/ASIN: | - | |||
| Music: | - | doollee no | #26152 | |||
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Genre: | Comedy | |||||
| Parts: | Male | 5 | Female | 1 | ||
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Synopsis: | As commented on by the New York Daily News: "& Burgess Meredith gives an endearing, funny and skillful performance as a seventy-year-old star hoofer who has come to the end of the road and headed home&Or to what he thinks is home, his son's house. He has been here a year and the welcome has worn thin for he was never much of a parent, what with running out on his wife and infant son to hoof it alone around the globe. So his ungrateful boy, age thirty-eight at the moment, wants to pry him out of his comfortable top-floor bedroom and lodge him comfortably in Smiling Valley, a home for senior citizens. Meredith, a spry fellow given to subconscious dance steps and waltzing when he is alone, doesn't want to go to Smiling Valley. He likes it where he is-and besides, his sister, Pert Kelton, the gabbiest Irishwoman alive, is already a resident of Smiling Valley and he can't stand her. Meredith has a scheme to halt the ouster by faking a heart attack and softening up his son. He confides it to his cronies, who are an odd lot. One, David Doyle, is an unlicensed doctor with a busy practice among strange cases, like a woman who got shorter and shorter until she died. Another is an affable priest who wanted to be a jockey. The third, Eli Mintz, is an utterly mournful man, and his account of how a friend died of a blood clot after playing golf is one of the funniest soliloquies in the play." | |||||
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