If Jules Feiffer could imbue a single character with a bundle of quivering, snarling petty neuroses and massive insecurities culled from Jules Feiffer's cartoons, he might have a mate to a Woody Allen show. The play that is struggling to be let out from his plays is the saga of the urban loser, frustrated by a world he never made and powerless to control or change it. This is the proposition Feiffer refuses to admit to himself. He still sees the theater as an instrument of social betterment. That is why he writes killer...
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