Word: anspach
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...scrambles through this sly concordance of the perils of marriage is a Beverly Hills divorce lawyer named Steven Blume. His business is bustling, but his marriage has broken apart. As Blume in Love begins, he is in Venice licking his wounds, dwelling lovingly on memories of Nina (Susan Anspach). Their divorce, for Blume, has only quickened his consuming desire to possess her once again. "To be in love with your ex-wife is a tragedy," Blume pouts, watching the diverse assignations in St. Mark's Square with bemused, slightly melancholy detachment, like a bruised veteran watching a game from...
...source of the somewhat dispirited fun is Allen's play of the same title: standard long-running Broadway stuff about the romantic tribulations of daffy film critic Allan Felix (Allen), whose wife (Susan Anspach) has just left him. Felix also worries a lot about his sex life, which, because of congenital clumsiness, is virtually nonexistent...
Down Brussels' Anspach Boulevard last week marched 80,000 farmers from six countries of the European Economic Community (E.E.C.). With every step, their mood turned uglier...
...that there isn't any hope in Five Easy Pieces. At one point, Robert, adrift in his father's house, expresses romantic interest in Katherine (Susan Anspach), his brother's fiance, who is also staying there. They play out all their little defensive games with each other, and, just as things seem at a standoff, Katherine asks Robert to sit down at the piano he had long ago abandoned and play her a piece...
...script. Nor does Nicholson. Is Robert running away from excellence, or from the fear of failure? In one long pan, Producer-Director Bob Rafelson tries to supply an answer. Robert plays a Chopin prelude in an attempt to seduce his brother's protégée (Susan Anspach). Up moves the camera to a wall of pictures. There are the young siblings, smiling, optimistic, untouched. On an adjacent wall, the children are grown, the faces strained and damned, the father satanically peering from behind a flowing beard, all silk and grosgrain. That interlude is album riffling, not film...