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Hello, we are 2 French "Jackmaniacs" and we will attend the Schoenfeld Theater on October, 23rd and 24th. We are longing for that event.....
Our only concern is about the language, of course we can understand English in everyday life situations, but what about the kind of vocabulary that is going to be used in this play ????
We would be so happy if somebody could provide us with the text of the play, so that we could at least read it first and have a chance to understand it all.....
Thanks by advance.

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DENNY
When I went in after her, I kept thinking the place should be ****in condemned. I followed Rhonda up to her door and when I knocked, it swung open. **** side of Uptown and not even a working lock on the door. Rhonda had slipped outta her blouse and was bending over a dresser drawer. Out of it she lifted up this tiny baby and started breastfeeding it. She had this tiny baby and sheid left it all this time closed up in a sock drawer so she could come over to my place and socialize. She mighta seen me coming cause when she turned toward me, no top on, the baby glommed on to gazunga number two, she didnt look too surprised. Christ, it was a beautiful sight. Like some ****in stain-glass Madonna. Rhonda told me close the door. I did. I just watched her with the baby. After a minute or two, she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. Outta our clothes in a second, she pulled me into her from behind and she kept breastfeeding her kid. Sounds ****in perverted, but believe me, it was the closest thing I had to a religious experience since my first communion.

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Originally posted by jo:

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DENNY
When I went in after her, I kept thinking the place should be ****in condemned. I followed Rhonda up to her door and when I knocked, it swung open. **** side of Uptown and not even a working lock on the door. Rhonda had slipped outta her blouse and was bending over a dresser drawer. Out of it she lifted up this tiny baby and started breastfeeding it. She had this tiny baby and sheid left it all this time closed up in a sock drawer so she could come over to my place and socialize. She mighta seen me coming cause when she turned toward me, no top on, the baby glommed on to gazunga number two, she didnt look too surprised. Christ, it was a beautiful sight. Like some ****in stain-glass Madonna. Rhonda told me close the door. I did. I just watched her with the baby. After a minute or two, she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. Outta our clothes in a second, she pulled me into her from behind and she kept breastfeeding her kid. Sounds ****in perverted, but believe me, it was the closest thing I had to a religious experience since my first communion.

Jo

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Originally posted by Jackman's Georgia Peach:
Jo,
Let me guess--"glommed on to gazunga number two?" LOL!

Nancy

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Originally posted by Klenotka:

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Originally posted by jo:

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DENNY
When I went in after her, I kept thinking the place should be ****in condemned. I followed Rhonda up to her door and when I knocked, it swung open. **** side of Uptown and not even a working lock on the door. Rhonda had slipped outta her blouse and was bending over a dresser drawer. Out of it she lifted up this tiny baby and started breastfeeding it. She had this tiny baby and sheid left it all this time closed up in a sock drawer so she could come over to my place and socialize. She mighta seen me coming cause when she turned toward me, no top on, the baby glommed on to gazunga number two, she didnt look too surprised. Christ, it was a beautiful sight. Like some ****in stain-glass Madonna. Rhonda told me close the door. I did. I just watched her with the baby. After a minute or two, she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. Outta our clothes in a second, she pulled me into her from behind and she kept breastfeeding her kid. Sounds ****in perverted, but believe me, it was the closest thing I had to a religious experience since my first communion.

Jo

Now, I don´t want to sound as a total weirdo but... this scene would be very...interesting on the big screen.*blushes*

I still hope that if the movie will be made, then with the original cast...

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By Brian Kirst
Contributing writer

With one eye zeroing in on neo-noir crime drama and the other targeting the emotional complexities of male friendships, Chicago Dramatists’ premiere production of Keith Huff’s “A Steady Rain” hits its dramatic targets with point-blank precision. That it also loosely examines the aftermath of one of Illinois’ fairly recent real life crime tragedies is the bloody cherry on an already battle-scarred cake.

Huff’s drama is a monologue-based excursion into the dark souls of two Chicago beat cops and lifelong best friends. The volatile Denny has recently helped alcoholic Joey conquer his most recent fight with the bottle. The relentless month-long rainfall they’re experiencing is a portent of despair though, not hope. Soon, family man Denny’s affair with a local prostitute sends her pimp into revenge mode. The bullets fired one glass-shattering evening signal the beginning of Denny’s rage-filled downfall. Frightened by his anger, Denny’s wife begins to find understanding in Joey’s arms. Meanwhile the tension between the men causes them to misjudge an important call for help. With their jobs on the line, the bonds between the two are irreparably altered and their lives are permanently transformed.

Huff beautifully delineates his two characters. Joey, the kinder soul, struggles to enrich himself while trying to remain true to the often-brutal Denny. Denny, involved in the scabrous underworld of cops on the take is also a devoted friend and family man. He is part savage, embracing his excessive inner nature, and part misguided missionary, trying to tame the wilds of his own soul. Ultimately, Joey and Denny come alive on stage and are evidence of Huff’s powerful skill. Huff’s plot, meanwhile, is also wildly detailed and engaging. It is almost too full, though. In fact, the blend of violent betrayals, savage murders and emotional standoffs seems at times more suited for a cinematic offering. While the characters ultimately ground the proceedings, the simple structure of the piece is ultimately strained somewhat by the excessiveness of the action. Most interesting is the audience’s realization of who these characters represent in our local crime history. To examine the emotional complexities and pains of a pair who have been publicly demonized is a bold and intriguing concept. It is also one that is worthy of revelation within the show’s context and not to be spoiled here in the printed word.

Director Russ Tutterow moves the tale swiftly and efficiently along. His main strength is the detailed, nuanced performances he is able to cultivate from his two worldly performers. As Joey, Peter DeFaria brings a bruised demeanor and strangled goodness directly to the fore. Joey’s struggles are rendered with sensitive perfection and DeFaria manages to deliver the character’s wounded heart right into the audience’s hands. Randy Steinmeyer’s crooked Denny, meanwhile, is a tour de force portrayal of a conflicted personage pushed to the limits. Steinmeyer fully explores all the avenues of Denny’s twisted existence. He creates a living, breathing entity. He is your neighbor, the man on the news, the guy sitting next to you watching the Sox game at Higgins’ Tavern.

Ultimately, whether passionately deconstructing the deep layers of love in male friendship or investigating the seamy underbelly of corruption in the streets of Chicago, Chicago Dramatists’ “A Steady Rain” provides an emotionally potent evening at the theater.