In which I explain why I have a problem with a play that presents a stalker who forces a woman to remain in a boathouse until she submits as a hero.
I've blogged a few times about how much I despise Lanford Wilson's TALLEY'S FOLLY, and I decided to finally bring all the pieces together into one cohesive essay, which I will post here soon.
I just find it astounding that critics are still calling this misogynist swill "romantic" - it's hard to believe it was considered romantic in 1979, much less 2012. Even this review, which is the very first time outside of my own blog that anybody has even questioned the ethics of presenting a stalker as a romantic hero calls the play "achingly beautiful." I'll give him the aching part.