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<text id=90TT1592>
<title>
June 18, 1990: The Love Gap
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
June 18, 1990 Child Warriors
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
THEATER, Page 85
The Love Gap
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<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>
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</article>
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