Watched the documentary last night, to free myself from coverage of ... that other news.
It's quite wonderful, and both fair and noble for illustrating how Hunter turned to theater in the hinterlands to survive. The material he had to perform wasn't always the best, and the road wore him out and down; but he became a fixture in dinner theaters, and toiled mightily. A reminder that theater has often been a place where actors find a living if not a killing. He doesn't put down theater, only the strain of the venues. I remember dinner theaters in the 70s. They could be inhospitable barns with low ceilings, too much smoke, excessive drinking and attenuated evenings (interminable intermissions).
Curiously, the doc fails to mention his "Milk Train" work on B'way opposite Bankhead. His only B'way credit (yes?) |
