Cinema: Darkness in Suburbia

What do you do when you find your daughter huddled in the back of her bedroom closet, taking a troublesome trip on LSD? Or shacked up in the East Village with a Hell's Angels cokehead? Well, if you believe Eli Wallach and Julie Harris in The People Next Door, you blame older brother. You get mad at little sister. You get mad at the neighbors and at each other. And all the time you yell, yell, yell. In every way, The People Next Door is an anachronism, a "naturalistic" play like those prevalent in the 1950s. It ran on TV two...

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