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February 12, 2007

Billy Liar teaches me…

Last Saturday, I went to Birmingham to watch the play of Billy Liar. Two weeks before that, I had already finished reading the script of the play, so I could understand most of the content when watching.
The story is very simple; it decribes a young man named Billy who is always lying and day-dreaming. He not only lies to his family, his boss and collegues, as well as his three girlfriends. It is very funny because of those funny lies told by Billy. There are always some qurrals within the family, or between his girl friends.
However, after laughing, I think more about the characters in the play.
The grandma is an unhappy old woman, I think. Because most of the time, she is sick; meanwhile, she is attached less importance by her son-in-law and grandson.
Billy’s mother is also a tragedy character, because she spends most of her time doing housework and worrying about her son.
The father, to him, everything is ‘bloody’.
As for Babara and Rita, they are both cheated by Billy. The only difference is that one of them keeps mild, while the other is rude.
Liz is a special character, although not good performed in that play. She has the most similar personality with Billy. They both like day dreaming; they are both self-important. Only in front of her, Billy could not lie, because she could always see through him.
Last but not least, Billy, the liar, in my opinion, he invites me to think a lot. Firstly, he is immutual. He lies without thinking about the consequences. Then he is inconsiderate; he doesn’t think about his mother’s feeling about the letter; he doesn’t think about his father’s embarrassment when his boss goes to meet him; he also doesn’t think about the girls he has cheated. In addition, he is also selfish. He doesn’t even care about his grandma’s death.
I feel so sad for him. But he invites us to think about ourselves and the whole society. I find there are a lot of nursing houses in the UK. I used to be told the shops and markets were the only places for the seniors to meet people. I myself is also a member of Age Concern Volunteers.
I feel most of time we think about ourselves too much. We forget who affords our expensive tuition fees; who always spoils us when we make mistakes; and who shows smiles when we leave them, but sheds tears when they are alone- our parents.
Billy is an unfortuate product produced by his parents; finally his parents also receive the pain they have planted before. Thinking about Billy, thinking about ourselves, thinking about what the next lies are being made by everyone in the whole society.

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