Too late, dillweed. Caught this item in the Times today about the finger-wagging hack we know here at HAA as Neil LaBute, his shitty new play, and the "Buy American" TONY campaign for the show. I laugh when I hear people talk about how "brutally honest" his work is. Being hamfisted does not make it brutal anymore than its scornfulness makes it honest. I've made this point before here there and everywhere, but . . . while David Mamet holds up the mirror to our behavior while standing in the same room, LaBute points his finger from on high, tsk-tsking our rudderless naughty behavior. That the TONY campaign for "reasons to be pretty" is as vapid as his work should be no surprise.
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Careful, your spite is showing!
My spite? He's made a career out of spite.
I have, however, toned things down a bit though.
Thanks?
But seriously. Thanks.
Oh no, I think you've got him wrong. I think LaBute is all about self-loathing.
That works too, Sharon. I think it gets projected out though and lands on our heads.
I can't stand his crapola.
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