After reading Ben Brantley's review of Long Day's Journey Into Night in London, I must call my parents this Father's day and thank them for being rather pleasant as parents during my and my brother's formative years, almost (at least as far as I recall) Father and Mother Know Best and Leave It to Beaver-ish. Maybe it meant - assuming there were even any dramatic talent to do it
- I didn't have subject matter to create the great angst-ridden American play, but so be it.