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...about her late good friend Jean Cocteau, the French poet and film maker? "That's all been written about too," she says sourly. "In your voice, we hear the voice of the Lorelei," Cocteau had rhapsodized. "In your look, the Lorelei turns to us." Ah yes. What, then, does she think of Charles de Gaulle, still another famous friend? She jumps up and pulls down from one of the bookshelves that line the end of her living room a copy of Marlene Dietrich's ABC-her own special updating of La Rochefoucauld-and begins thumbing through the pages...
...form a common front against the U.S. Transatlantic relations have slipped badly during Washington's years of preoccupation with Viet Nam, and when Henry Kissinger told Willy Brandt in Munich last September that 1973 was to be the "year of Europe," the Chancellor responded with a heartfelt "ah, at last." Viet Nam still intervenes, but merely postpones a growing list of issues. In the words of Political Scientist Frederick Northedge, of the School of International Relations at the London School of Economics: "There is a backlog of mutual adjustment to be made. Kissinger is aware of the possibilities...
...excused for having missed Storey's central concern. In his earlier plays, his spare, meticulous and almost detached naturalism tempted us into thinking that Storey was dealing in slivers of life, when he was actually showing us life being shot away. Almost nothing happens in his plays. Ah, but on any given day, nothing much happens in life or war. In these enterprises, tedium is as certain as death is sure...
...prototypical leggy flappers or dulled the gaiety of their cork-nosed, raccoon-coated boy friends. This well-produced selection also includes his little-known, deft watercolors and woodcut cartoons that gently mock the 1890s ("Horse whipping the masher and good for him"). Shallow stuff, but as Held would say, ah, those dear dim days...
...that bit of casting news, Hollywood had a ready reply: Liv who? Ah, yes, the girl in all those Ingmar Bergman films. But wasn't she a trifle rarefied-an art-house actress? A specialist in gloomy Nordic agonies...