The love that previously dared not speak its name has now grown hoarse from screaming it. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
The love that previously dared not speak its name has now grown hoarse from screaming it. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
Forty years later, people still swear they can hear his offstage scream. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
Without an elite in the arts, we have no leaders, which is to say we have no vision, which is to say we have… — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
The invention of film has given our generation the dubious advantage of watching our acting heroes deteriorate before our eyes. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
Olivier's idea of introspection was to hood his eyes, dentalize his consonants and let the camera circle his blondined head like a sparrow looking… — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
No enlightened person would deny its premise, but as an ongoing program it is monotonous, limited, locked in a perception of victimization. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
On Laurence Olivier as Hamlet in a 1948 film: Olivier's idea of introspection was to hood his eyes, dentalize his consonants and let the… — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
The primary function of a theater is not to please itself, or even to please its audience. It is to serve talent. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
The commercial theatre may still be considered one of New York's primary tourist attractions, but . . . there is no longer an audience… — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
The primary function of a theatre is not to please itself, or even to please its audience. It is to serve talent. — Robert Brustein Copy Share Image
