Last of the Boys, a Fierce, Funny American Comedy
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The last date listed for Last of the Boys was Saturday September 24, 2005 / 3:00pm.
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Coming off successful runs in London and Off-Broadway, where it won the 2014 New York Drama Critics Circle Award, Conor McPherson's The Night Alive arrives at Steppenwolf to tell the compelling story of Tommy, a down-on-his-luck Irish bloke who does a good deed that will likely not go unpunished. A slovenly sort who's taken up residence in his uncle's Dublin house, Tommy and his best friend Doc keep busy plotting get-rich-quick schemes, until one night, Tommy rescues a young woman from a violent attack, who he then takes in and begins to care for. Francis Guinan and Tim Hopper are the featured ensemble members, and Irish playwright McPherson (The Weir, The Seafarer) is an Olivier Award winner and Tony nominee who's famed for his poetic dialogue and richly textured storytelling. Learn More
Jeeter arrives in the Great Central Valley to the rusted trailer of his buddy Ben, a fellow Vietnam veteran. Their beer drinking is interrupted by the arrival of Jeeter’s new girlfriend, her crazy mother and a stranger from their shared past. This is a fierce, funny American story by Steven Dietz, one of the country’s most widely-produced playwrights.
The following is from the opening stage directions of Last of the Boys: "A man appears from the trailer. Moves into the yard, opening a bottle of beer. Not a good beer. This is a point of contention. These things matter. Name is Stephen Willoughy Stark. You’d know him as Jeeter. (And you wouldn’t know why.) He’s a vet. Vietnam. Our man has lived hard in his fifty-plus years. Knocked about these amber waves for a good long time and left his name on an awful lot of lists, if you follow. And he always ends up here: at the home of his best pal, his “top hombre,” his “comrade in armchairs”: Benjamin Lee Holloway. You’d know him as Ben. (You WOULD NOT call him “Benny” or “Benjie” or any other moniker of jocular familiarity – even in jest.) And chances are you’d like him. He’s a builder. Used to work for a contractor, but couldn’t abide a lesser man looking over his shoulder. Too much like Nam. Yeah, he’s a vet, too."