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ECNULIB#107Psychosexual. Eddie是很典型的Miller笔下的中年男人。内心孤寂外表强硬，这也是现代男人的通病吧。

因为马强来读 真的会影响我对人物的判断【冲突爆发的样子也是狰狞 期待NT LIVE的表演 但这个题材 不是很感兴趣

Settle for half, we must...其实这部剧还有有明显的homosexuality的间接刻画，至于源流和导向需要分析。

可能这就是生活的样子：出卖劳力换取微薄的薪金，发现法律和社会的冷漠；想要爱人却受阻拦，希望最后长成了陌生的模样；很多事情明白但无力阻止；无能和挫败感无处不在，不会行恶，只能自毁。←混着话剧的初刷太情绪化，我想说的是，这部剧像一个发生在现代社会的结构中的古典悲剧，没有人为他们的痛苦承担责任，但仍可指责Eddie的overreacting。至于情节的张力、语言、人物间痛苦的相持状态，很多人替我说过了。然而马强老师还是影响了我的判断力……

为了去看Mark Strong读的，一星给最后一幕舞台上的血雨

ALFIERI: Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I know how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory -- not purely good,...

ALFIERI: Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I know how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory -- not purely good,...

ALFIERI: Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I know how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory -- not purely good,...

ALFIERI: Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I know how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory -- not purely good,...

ALFIERI: Most of the time now we settle for half and I like it better. But the truth is holy, and even as I know how wrong he was, and his death useless, I tremble, for I confess that something perversely pure calls to me from his memory -- not purely good,...