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...been published ten years ago, Alistair MacLean's thriller might have transferred effortlessly for a smaller budget to a smaller screen. The plot is not much different from, say, Samuel Fuller's low-budget submarine picture Hell And High Water, and even the magnificence of Cinerama can't conceal the thinness of the story. The Ice Station Zebra souvenir booklet plot synopsis, these usually confined to initial statement of the premise, manages to tell everything up to the last ten minutes without appearing expensive. The souvenir booklet also pretty much gives away who the villain is, which...
Proud, but not too proud. Several of the actors don't move any too well, several don't speak any too well. As Epifania--the millionairess--Barbara Caruso is merely and barely competent. As Alistair--her husband--Peter Coffeen has a problem one usually connects with undergraduates: except when speaking dialogue, he stands stiff with his hands at his sides. But someone, presumably director Philip Minor, saw the wisdom of giving Mr. Coffeen a pipe for his later appearances...
OVER TWENTY YEARS have passed since Alistair Cooke, now The Guardian's chief American correspondent, began beaming his Sunday night broadcasts to BBC listeners over the globe. Unless you have a good short wave radio, it's impossible to listen to them in the U.S. Which is a pity for, as this collection of 42 such "Letters from America" convincingly demonstrates, Cooke has a keen eye for America and the variety of her people...
After chronicling the wonders of New York for English audiences for 30 years, Journalist Alistair Cooke is embarrassed to say that he no longer likes being in and about the city. "Now my apartment is a haven, a sanctuary against the city. New York is not manageable for the ordinary citizen living in it." He adds: "It's all right there in the last two volumes of Gibbon. All this opulence and comfort have led to sophistry. We're now hopelessly confused between privileges and rights. Nobody feels an obligation to the city any more. The only obligation...
...Most of Alistair Cooke's readers and listeners seem to agree. A nuisance he is to conventional thought, both in his column for the Guardian and in his Sunday evening broadcast from New York for the BBC. (His 1,000th broadcast was what provoked the Guardian's praising with faint damns.) Cooke, 59, takes obvious delight in confounding the usual cliches about the U.S., in praising what is denounced, in minimizing what's exaggerated, in try ing to persuade his audience to give up the "easy joys of righteous indignation."He is a master of the unexpected...