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village voice > theater > Brooklyn Boy by Michael Feingold |
 | | Donald Margulies's new play, Brooklyn Boy, is an elegy for the past, an outpouring of indefinable feelings guided by two sets of archival data, one personal, the other literary. |
 | | Brooklyn-born, Margulies has obviously lived the substance of this play: So much of it resonates from his previous works that it has the quality of an interim report, not so much a midlife crisis as a midlife stocktaking before moving on to the next phase. |
 | | Here, too, Margulies twists unexpected feelings out of the familiar; none of the scenes works out quite as you would expect, and the last, after edging close to blatant sketch comedy, shifts startlingly in tone when the featherhead turns out to be, of all improbable things, a convincing actor. |
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