This collection didn't hit me the same way, though.These are (I'm pretty sure) by no means Tom Stoppard's most brilliant plays, but, you know, it's Tom Stoppard.
Amateur non-profit English theatre, in Gwangju.
The other plays were...how shall I say this?...prohibitively British. "The Real Inspector Hound" is comically farcical.
Just about anything by Stoppard rocks my dog.
Good fun. It is appropriate that Big Dawg is producing it back to back with “The Mousetrap,” and on the same set designed by Dallas LaFon and built by Terry Collins of Scenic Asylum. Each play is full of monologues that sound like complete nonsense without their context. The title piece, a send-up of Christie-style whodunnits, is a seamless work of beauty which effectively blurs the line between performers, audience, and the critics who attempt to mediate between them. Browse Theatre Writers. “The Real Inspector Hound” is a parody of the classic murder mystery tale. Yes well here I am. It’s no surprise to find him concluding his brief Presented here is the kind of work one imagines a clever young Briton might write upon completing university and going down to London: playful, imaginative, zestful in its learnedness, and above all—did I say this already?—playful. Stoppard's preface states he only had the inspiration for the murder victim's identity well into writing the play.
"Well, this one's not actually on my bookshelf, but the UO library has tons of the Stoppard oeuvre, and I devour as much of it as possible. "The Real Inspector Hound," at MetroStage, is a play within a play.
All these so far read well on the page, and I imagine actors would have a great time in these plays.Tom Stop-Hard's play on words is catching. Both a poke at the formulaic structure of "classic" murder mysteries as well as a dig at theater critics, "The Real Inspector Hound" is non-stop laughs. All these so far read well on the page, and I imagine actors would have a great time in these plays.A bunch of absurd plays that explore language and meaning and the relationship between actor and audience. What that does to a reader is leave them with a sense of whiplash and “what the heck just happened?” Or at least, that’s what happens when that reader is me. Overall, a great collection of plays, and they are all testaments to Stoppard's place as my favorite playwright. Each of the five or so plays have an urgency that wants to be understood, yet a cleverness that wags a finger in the audience's face warning them not to miss one non-sequitur (or in Dogg Cahoot's plays, an entire language).“Sometimes I dream of revolution, a bloody coup d’etat by the second rank—troupes of actors slaughtered by their understudies, magicians sawn in half by indefatigably smiling glamour girls, cricket teams wiped out by marauding bands of twelfth men—I dream of champions chopped down by rabbit-punching sparring partners while eternal bridesmaids turn and rape the bridegrooms over the sausage rolls and parliamentary private secretaries plant bombs in the Minister’s Humber—comedians die on provincial stages, robbed of their feeds by mutely triumphant stooges— —and—march— —an army of assistants and deputies, the seconds-in-command, the runners-up, the right-handmen—storming the palace gates wherein the second son has already mounted the throne having committed regicide with a croquet-mallet—stand-ins of the world stand up!—”“getting away with murder must be quite easy provided that one’s motive is sufficiently inscrutable.” Tom Stoppard is extraordinarily erudite, and often very funny. PLAY. But The Real Inspector Hound definitely took the cake for me.The early plays that prove more was going on beneath the surface than silly puns and women down to their undies.
Welcome back. And the sheer joy he took in writing the whole rest of it is obvious.Tom Stoppard is brilliant...and I wish I understood more of his brilliance. Author(s): Tom Stoppard. Come to think of it, much of Tom Stoppard’s work may seem like it was produced by someone who accumulated a good store of knowledge in his college years and continued to add to it while playing with it in his scripts. Nice short plays are great for someone like me who only reads in bed at night and in the occasional coffehouse trolling for guys. All of the plays were clever and funny, meta and purposefully playing with the conventions of theatre, language, art, and life, but the first two, to me at least, were the most accessible and enjoyable. The rest of the plays ranged from alright to bad.A satirical treatment of "The Mousetrap" written as a script. Published They are watching a show, criticizing a particularly bad whodunit of the sort Agatha Christie might write, where all the guests at Muldoon Manor are trapped with no way out.
Thirty-four years after the publication of her dystopian classic, The Handmaid's Tale, Atwood returns to continue the story of Offred.