should be, " Lu's tragedy" or "Jim's comedy". That, and all such criticism , is not possible here. But there is one opinion which every critic is bound to express, every critic at least who believes, as I believe, that a primary function of any work of art is to evoke a corresponding mood in the spectator. MR. BUNT, in performance especially, evokes and sustains such a mood, at all events for me, with mastery.
The particular mood of MR. BUNT is one of which our theater, like our life, today has des perate need. It is the mood of “Prunella” and of “Peter Pan”. By those plays, which in their own way are masterpieces, this play must be judged. It challenges the comparison, and it merits it.
Until it can be read in print and at leisure -and not then, likely enough - will one be able even to form an opinion as to whether or not it is " literature"; how importantt it may be as "drama” is, for this hurried but happy once, no concern of the critic; but that it is, for me, a thing of magic and of beauty, my own experience with it tells me. And for that, among much else, I am grateful to its author.
In this quiet place, with its few hundred resi dents (and its several thousand summer visitors) there are three non -commercial theaters-one of
