Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Movie Quote of the Day (‘The Bridges at Toko-Ri,’ on ‘The Sacrifices of a Few’ in War)

[A WWII veteran, Lt. Harry Brubaker, has been drafted back into service in the Korean War as a Naval Reserve pilot, and asked to undertake a dangerous new mission.]

Rear Adm. George Tarrant [played by Fredric March]: “Son, whatever progress this world has made, it's always been because of the efforts and the sacrifices of a few.”

Lt. Harry Brubaker [played by William Holden, pictured]: “I was one of the few, Admiral, at New Guinea, Leyte, Okinawa. Why does it have to be me again?”

Tarrant: “Nobody ever knows why he gets the dirty job. And this is a dirty job.”— The Bridges at Toko-Ri (1954), screenplay by Valentine Davies, adapted from the novel by James Michener, directed by Mark Robson

I have known about this movie for quite a while, but had never seen it till this weekend, when I watched it in preparation for a talk next month on one of its stars, Grace Kelly (who plays Holden's loyal but worried wife). This quote seems especially appropriate on Veterans Day.

The screenplay is not everything it could have been, but it captures quite well the ambivalence that even the best service personnel, like Tarrant and Brubaker, feel about such conflicts. 

And the Oscar-winning special effects powerful approximate the visceral sensations involved with flying into the form of hell known as the combat zone—something that most of us will, fortunately, never experience firsthand.

Monday, November 10, 2025

This Day in Theater History (Odets Makes Last Broadway Splash in ‘The Country Girl’)

Nov. 10, 1950—Playwright Clifford Odets—onetime hope of the American theater, more recently scorned as a Hollywood sellout—landed his last Broadway success with The Country Girl, which premiered at the Lyceum Theatre.

Though the play ran for 235 performances—which, according to the economics for non-musicals of the time, was enough to secure a profit—it has not been revived as often as other works by major American playwrights, such as Eugene O’Neill, Tennessee Williams, Arthur Miller, and Edward Albee.

Most Americans, if they are aware at all of this drama of an alcoholic has-been reaching again for Broadway stardom, recognize it from the 1954 film starring Bing Crosby, William Holden, and, in her Oscar-winning role, Grace Kelly.

The original play, staged by Odets himself, possessed nothing like the box-office draws of the Paramount movie, though one principal had known renown, and two others would experience it.

*Holden’s role, as hotshot young director Bernie Dodd (with elements of Odets’ friend Elia Kazan), was played by Steven Hill, better known to posterity as the original team leader in the Mission: Impossible TV series and as D.A. Adam Schiff on the long-running Law and Order.

*Georgie Elgin, the alcoholic’s beleaguered wife played by Kelly, was originally performed by Uta Hagen, who won the Tony Award for the role—and would win another, a dozen years later, for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, while earning additional recognition as an influential acting teacher.

*The principal actor that I knew the least about was Paul Kelly (no relation to Grace), who may have felt the greatest affinity with his character. Over two decades before, he had served 25 months for manslaughter for killing in a drunken fistfight the husband of his lover (and eventual wife). He had painstakingly rebuilt his career since then, but surely experienced the same regret as Frank Elgin’s over alcohol’s role in derailing his career.

The Country Girl was Odets’ second attempt in as many years to return to the heights of the New York theater scene he had occupied in the mid-to-late 1930s, as a founding member and most significant playwright associated with The Group Theatre.

When he came back to the Great White Way after a financially rewarding but creatively unsatisfactory stint as Hollywood screenwriter and director, he no longer exhibited the concerns with the working classes that animated him previously. But he continued to write about what he knew: in this case, actors.

In The Big Knife (1949), he had implicitly indicted himself for yielding to compromise and temptation—and explicitly assailed the studio system for blackmail and other thuggish methods for keeping stars in line. But even the presence of a real-life Hollywood star (and Odets friend) John Garfield hadn’t been enough to keep the production going beyond three months.

The Country Girl was different, depicting a struggle in which the pressures from without were nothing like the pressures from within faced by

The George Seaton screenplay departed somewhat from the play by making its fragile leading man into a musical-comedy star, making the part more comfortable for recording artist Crosby. But those encountering the drama after seeing the film may be surprised by other changes, both in casting and dialogue.

For one thing, Frank and Georgie have been married about 10 years before the play begins, and the drab existence resulting from his drinking has robbed her of vibrancy and youth. At 31 years old, Hagen would have been closer to the age that Odets had in mind than Grace Kelly, who sought to downplay her glamour and youth by wearing glasses, brown wool, shapeless dresses, and cardigan dresses.

In the years since, actresses who played Georgie have been considerably older than Grace Kelly or even Hagen, including, in TV productions, Shirley Knight (38) and Faye Dunaway (40), and, onstage, Jennifer Jones and Maureen Stapleton (both 47), Christine Lahti (34), and Frances McDormand (51).

Additionally, for whatever reason, Seaton chose not to use as much of what F. W. Dupee called Odets’ “sad and seedy poetry”—idiomatic speech like “tense as a bug in June,” or  “an ulcerated sponge for a brain.” And these days, some ethnic references (for instance, to Chinese laundry workers) are likely to be deleted for stage shows because of political incorrectness.

Odets would likely have responded with dismay to at least some of these changes. Producer Dwight Deere Wiman had postponed the play’s opening for the 1949-50 season to allow the playwright more time to tinker with the dialogue.

For all the time and energy Odets devoted to getting the play right, he still marred it with unnecessary touches—chiefly the complications arising from the Georgie-Dodd relationship, at first a clash of adversaries before becoming a love affair that takes them by surprise.

An anonymous reviewer from Time Magazine adeptly identified the “austere telling without a false word or a florid gesture” that would have sustained Odets’ “compact little tragedy of misunderstanding” between Georgie and Dodd over who was really responsible for Frank’s skittishness, depression and breakdown.

Even so, the drama represented more than what Howard Barnes of the New York Herald Tribune called “a fiercely affectionate anecdote about backstage doings."

There are reasons why, despite critics’ predictable carping that this and other Odets plays are “dated,” directors, dramaturges and actors have not utterly forgotten this drama.

Odets might not be writing anymore about the proletariat he sprang from, and the mechanics of staging a show may have changed (near-endless small “workshopping” instead of short, nerve-racking out-of-town tryouts). 

But theater professionals still know how well he showed the tension inherent in bringing an untried play to the stage, as well as the raging, crippling insecurity that so often dogs actors who depend on the public for approval that can never be enough.

Although the history of the American theater is filled with alcoholics, Odets may have been inspired by a relatively recent example: actress Laurette Taylor, who, after years on the bottle, pulled herself together long enough in 1944 by offering a career-defining performance in The Glass Menagerie

Outside of Eugene O’Neill, it’s hard to think of another play that limns so thoroughly the self-deception of alcoholics and the vortex into which they pull those closest to them.

In the remaining dozen years of Odets’ life, he would never repeat even the moderate success he enjoyed with The Country Wife, let alone enjoy the acclaim and hope generated by the half-dozen 1930s plays running from Awake and Sing to Golden Boy.

Long under FBI surveillance for his relatively brief Communist party membership in the 1930s, he was hauled in 1952 before the House Un-American Activities Committee.

 Responsible for raising two children (including a daughter with severe developmental disabilities) after the death of his estranged wife, he named names, albeit none that hadn’t been provided previously to the committee.

He took one more shot at Broadway with his retelling of Noah and the Flood, Flowering Peach.  But his relationship with producer Robert Whitehead was rockier than the one he had enjoyed with his friend Wiman, and any hope for greater attention to the play vanished when the advisory board for the Pulitzer overruled the jury’s selection of his drama and rewarded it instead to Williams’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

Back in Hollywood, he masterfully rewrote Ernest Lehman’s initial screenplay for Sweet Smell of Success, but the film’s cult classic status did not come till after his death. 

In the hospital with fatal stomach cancer, he was serving as script supervisor for the short-lived (and even less remembered) anthology series, The Richard Boone Show, a vehicle unworthy of his talent.

But long before, he had already recognized the thin line between success and oblivion in The Country Girl.

Quote of the Day (Peter De Vries, on Changing Standards for Immorality)

“The standards for immorality are getting progressively steeper, for life and art both. A hundred years ago Hester Prynne of The Scarlet Letter was given a A for adultery. Today she would rate no better than a C-plus.”—American editor and novelist Peter De Vries (1911-1993), Reuben, Reuben (1964)

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Quote of the Day (Richard Wright, on ‘Lack of Self-Realization’)

“Remember that men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread! And they can murder for it, too! Did we not build a nation, did we not wage war and conquer in the name of a dream to realize our personalities and to make those realized personalities secure!”—African-American novelist Richard Wright (1908-1960), Native Son (1940)

Spiritual Quote of the Day (Ertharin Cousin, on ‘Obstacles in the Way of Our Faith and Our Future’)

“I believe that we have a God who takes care of all of us. But I also believe man can put obstacles in the way of our faith and our future. Fate is always impacted by opportunities. Without having the tools to walk through a door, even when that door is opened, you will not have the opportunity to live life to its full potential. I grew up on the west side of Chicago, the inner city. There was nothing about it that hinted at where I would be today, working to feed people around the world. Some might say it was my fate. I would say, yes, it was my fate, but it was also my faith, my education, my parents—it was standing on the shoulders of individuals who opened doors for me, people I knew and didn't know.”—Ertharin Cousin, former executive director of the United Nations World Food Programme, in “Soapbox: The Columnists—WSJ. Asks Six Luminaries to Weigh in on a Single Topic; This Month: Fate,” WSJ. Magazine, October 2015

The image accompanying this post, of Ambassador Cousin addressing volunteers at the Earth Day Tri-Mission Community Project in Rome, Italy, was taken Apr. 17, 2010, by a photographer for the U.S. State Department.

Saturday, November 8, 2025

Quote of the Day (Frank Bruni, on Grievance and Humility)

“While grievance blows our concerns out of proportion, humility puts them in perspective. While grievance reduces the people with whom we disagree to caricature, humility acknowledges that they're every bit as complex as we are—with as much of a stake in creating a more perfect union.” —Columnist and educator Frank Bruni, “The Most Important Lessons Aren’t on the Syllabus,” The New York Times, Apr. 21, 2024

Friday, November 7, 2025

Theater Review: ‘Bull Durham’ the Musical, at the Paper Mill Playhouse

Bull Durham, released 37 years ago, is not only one of my favorite baseball movies but one of my favorite rom-coms.

The screenplay, originating from Ron Shelton’s experience as a minor-leaguer, is filled from first to last with quirky characters and consistently hilarious dialogue that have made it a classic beyond the confines of "the summer game."

Yet, when I heard the news that the Paper Mill Playhouse had turned it into a musical comedy, I wasn’t only curious about how well it had been adapted to the stage.

I also wanted to see if Susan Werner, a singer-songwriter who has adeptly explored multiple musical genres and is a delightfully spontaneous concert performer, could work similar magic with this most difficult of theatrical forms.

And I wanted to see another show, after an interval of a couple of decades, at the Paper Mill Playhouse, New Jersey’s primary performing space for musical comedy.

I managed to catch the musical just before it closed last weekend—poetic justice, as the baseball season concluded at the same time with the Los Angeles Dodgers’ epic Game 7 victory in the World Series.

Except for minor tinkering, the plot of the musical remains the same as the movie. Baseball groupie Annie Savoy, who each season takes one minor leaguer from the Durham Bulls under her wing, as it were, forms the apex of a romantic triangle with Ebie Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh, a wild young pitcher with “a million-dollar arm and a five-cent head,” and Crash Davis, a cerebral catcher on the downslope of his career, hoping for a last chance to make it back to the major leagues (“The Show”) where he had once spent 24 days.

Shelton has written the “book” (the non-musical portions) of the show, and it scores laughs almost as often as the film. The subplot, though—the romance between devout Christian Jimmy and the more uninhibited Millie—remains largely tangential to the main Annie-Crash-Nuke complications, and a song featuring Annie and the other female characters (“Every Woman Deserves to Wear White”) does little to help.

One of the pleasures of the movie is the way it punctures cliches of the baseball film and the rom-com. The musical, particularly near the end, settles for conventionality rather than the shaggy, sexy charm that sustained the movie. It should have heeded Crash’s advice to LaLoosh: don’t always serve up what is expected.

Werner’s songs begin with the appropriately gospel-tinged “Church of Baseball,” before seguing into more country textures--all in her wheelhouse as a composer who has dabbled in multiple musical genres.

Songs are, with good reason, considered the toughest element to manage in musicals. Although the best are memorable (for instance, “Whatever Lola Wants” and “You Gotta Have Heart” from the one great baseball musical, Damn Yankees), all should be character-based. Considering the decade in which the show has been gestating, with earlier versions premiering in Atlanta and Raleigh, N.C., the lulls in Bull Durham (notably, “A Little Time to Myself”) should have been eliminated.

Luckily, other songs fare better. Although “Pensacola”—with reflections by Bulls manager Skip, coach Larry, and announcer Uncle Roy on their brief road flings—does nothing to advance the plot, for instance, it injects a terrific jolt of comic energy into the show.

In Carmen Cusack, this production has an ideal Annie. She not only has the requisite comic seductiveness and underlying wistfulness of this superfan down pat, but a voice that can convey all kinds of emotions (not surprising, considering her stellar resume featuring roles in musicals like Call Me Madam and South Pacific).

Will Savarese brings an electric comic spirit to Nuke that exceeds even what Tim Ribbons brought to the role onscreen. In his big number, “She’s Mine,” he hilariously suggests nothing so much as a hyper-caffeinated Elvis.

As Crash Davis, Nik Walker doesn’t have the kind of showy roles that Cusack and Savarese possess. But he is every bit the strong, solid presence required in this catcher acquired by the Bulls because he’s smart enough to tutor Nuke but too self-conscious to survive for long in the major leagues—or, as Annie says in the film, implicitly contrasting him with Nuke, “The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.” Annie and Crash are two souls who find in each other a refuge amid the midlife perplexity of facing an uncertain future.

As a musical, Bull Durham is not what it could be. But, while no grand slam, neither is it a strikeout. Call it a solid double.