"The Man in the Glass Booth" was a play written by Robert Shaw (yes, the guy that got eaten by the shark), which was turned into a movie directed by Arthur Hiller that got Maximilian Schell an Oscar nomination. Amazingly, both the text of the play and tapes of the movie are very hard to find.
Although it has obvious similarities to the Eichmann events, it is a totally different story, almost a kind of "Dr. Strangelove" kind of thing, but played very straight. It (well, the play and/or the movie) is one of the BEST creations of any kind of art I've ever seen. I can't recommend the play or the movie enough. Great stuff.
Mark W.
I was amazed, after Shaw's demise, to find that he was also an accomplished writer. But it made sense, considering that he had worked on the riveting monologue about the sinking of the USS Annapolis, and the shark attack on its men, at the end of WWII, that he gave as "Quint," in Jaws.
I'll have to read the play. I recall when it came outr, it was part of a series by an outfit called, I think, American Film Theater. One of their movies had Lee Marvin playing Hickey (sounds like inspired casting) in The Iceman Cometh. None of the filmed plays did all that well, critically or commercially, but all assmebled such great material and talent, that I hope eventually, to take them all in.
Max Schell is an amazing talent. When I lived in West Germany, I saw him in a Swiss movie as a young man -- with hair! Circa 1986, he made a slyly clever documentary, Marlene, I think, was the title, about Dietrich. He interviewed the cantankerous Dietrich in her Paris (?) apartment throughout the movie, but she refused to be photgraphed. I think she said she was too old to be photographed. She was impossible, and he kept egging her on, in his own charming fashion, to the point where she would be threatening to end the whole thing. I'm sure she wanted the attention, but she was also irascible enough to shut down the thing, too, if only to spite herself.
I couldn't believe, that after Dietrich's death, her daughter was able to contravene the explicit instructions in her will that she be buried in Paris, and NOT in Germany, and move her corpse to Germany (Berlin, I believe).