Stumbled onto John Osborne after rewatching Get Carter. I know, I know; the less said about that the better. Still, the “angry young man” of Looking Back In Anger held an interest for me beyond its historical importance for the theatre. Were the English twenty-somethings back then that discontent the great battles had already been won, that the daily suffering had been leaked empty of its romanticism, that the great challenge left for truculent youth was to get through the Sunday editions in one piece? John Osborn could never live this play down, or get past it. His main character of Looking Back, Jimmy Porter, followed him the rest of his life, giving Osborne the fame, the fortune, and the crippling insecurity that only an indefatigable creation can inflict on its creator. I actually enjoyed Porter’s return in the 80s play Déjàvu more than his introduction from the 50s. This is not a common opinion among the theatre-going public or the well-read, but I’m sticking with it, Jimmy Porter style.