Blather Plays

After Eight
#1Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 9:36pm

Do you know whether you can lick your own elbow? Did you ever care to know?

If your answer to these questions is "no," then you're out of luck--- that is, if you have the misfortune to see the play, Constellations, now appearing on Broadway. Because you're going be apprised of such vital information, and more of the same, whether you like it or not.

Why, you wonder?

Why, because it's a blather play.

"A what???"

A blather play.

You mean, you don't know what a blather play is? I guess you didn't get to see such gems as The River, The Flick, Clybourne Park, Circle, Mirror, Transformation, The (Curious Case of the) Watson Intelligence, The Realistic Joneses, Detroit, and heaven knows how many others. Not to mention the heaping mound of them penned by one Tom Stoppard, uncontested master of the genre.

These are plays in which the authors, unwilling or unable to provide anything in the way of interesting drama, pummel you instead with characters who play puerile, self-indulgent games, or who yammer on endlessly about matters no one gives a hoot in hell about. Did you know the specifics of the mating rites of bees? If not, Constellations will tell you all you all about them --- repeatedly! You see, this play does its counterparts one better by regurgitating the same uninteresting prattle three or four times over.

Oh, but you say you did see them? And they left you so bored, enervated, and aggravated you wanted to scream? Well, there's the proof: you were at a blather play. Of course, your suffering matters not a whit, not when the critics are falling all over themselves bestowing rapturous praise on these wonders: "masterful," "searing," "brilliant," "illuminating," "stimulating," and, the inevitable "heart-wrenchingly beautiful." Why, it was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, they had all dissolved into tears by the final curtain.

They were sobbing; your head was throbbing.

A blather play.




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Fantod
#2Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 9:40pm

Well as a subscriber to the ACT-SF, I have seen a whole bunch of Tom Stoppard plays, and have read The Flick and Detroit, and find that description to be apt for those plays. I think I will stay away from the other plays you have mentioned. Sorry you had to see plays that you hated.

Updated On: 12/23/14 at 09:40 PM

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Borstalboy
#2Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 9:41pm

You're so inventive and fun.


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Sally Durant Plummer
#3Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 9:55pm

After Eight is Broadwayworld's own Fosca, isn't he?


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Mr Roxy
#4Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 9:59pm

Just what I want from Broadway. Spending big bucks to see a show about 1 hour long that is a Seinfeld play that is a show about nothing.I am rushing to the theater now. Reminds me if Copenhagen - Blah Blah Blah. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


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#5Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 10:44pm

Blather Post.

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Mr Roxy
#6Blather Plays
Posted: 12/22/14 at 11:14pm

Totally agree your post is of the blather variety.


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Updated On: 12/23/14 at 11:14 PM

Gothampc
#7Blather Plays
Posted: 12/23/14 at 9:32am

"These are plays in which the authors, unwilling or unable to provide anything in the way of interesting drama, pummel you instead with characters who play puerile, self-indulgent games, or who yammer on endlessly about matters no one gives a hoot in hell about."

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I don't get it. Everyone calls it a brilliant play, but I just see a blather play.


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Mr Roxy
#8Blather Plays
Posted: 12/23/14 at 9:53am

Have to disagree with you there Goth.


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Phyllis Rogers Stone
#9Blather Plays
Posted: 12/23/14 at 10:02am

I had a dream once where I could like my own penis.

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tazber
#10Blather Plays
Posted: 12/23/14 at 10:04am

I had a dream once where I could like my own penis.

I had a dream once where I could lick my own penis.


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Phyllis Rogers Stone
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Posted: 12/23/14 at 10:18am

lol. I knew you'd know what I meant!

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tazber
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Posted: 12/23/14 at 10:25am

How ironic that the OP is the Chief Blather-er in Residence of BWW.


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AHLiebross
#13Blather Plays
Posted: 12/27/14 at 4:16pm

PRS, there's a great distance between your intended post (regarding cat-like abilities) and your actual post (regarding transgender issues). Blather Plays

As far as the issue of "blather," I think some of the late 19th and early 20th century playwrights can be accused of "blather." When I refer to a play as too "talky," I'm probably saying the same thing as the OP. In retrospect, I think Oscar Wilde and George Bernard Shaw are guilty of "blather."


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