Word: artlessness
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...heroically destroyed when Gunpowder exploded. Bread Crumb, meanwhile, came to his appointed happy end. The hunter ate him. Platonov's moral: "Bread gave the hunter strength. Gunpowder wanted to singe the whole world but only burned a sparrow." In Baba-Yaga's Russia such a feeble, artless fable would have had a hard time finding a publisher. But in Soviet Russia its publication evoked a thunderstorm. Pravda blasted: "Reeks of cheap pacifism*. . . both false and harmful. 'Peace on earth, good will to men,' our planet has not yet arrived at this ideal. Of course, man needs...
...Laurel and Hardy, are the last of a unique school of slapstick comedians. Spawned in old-time vaudeville and burlesque, the brothers excel in the highly specialized arts of pantomime, pie throwing, and provocative leering at women, while our present generation of couriers relies chiefly on flip lines and artless mugging. Slapstick is passing out of existence, but not out of date. Until a new generation of wits rediscover the art, go down to the Laffmovie and rear at the last of the great comedy teams in action...
...picture is above all an artless fable, done in a color which is deep in the meaning of the scene-- no easy feat--and not something daubed on as a bemused after thought. The Russian cinema here has joined the English and French in challenging Hollywood's fatcat producers simply by making a picture with imagination and directness...
...work. Last week a book of her pictures (Grandma Moses, American Primitive, Doubleday; $6) was re-issued with an introduction by Literary Rustic Louis Bromfield, who compared her with Peter Bruegel. Grandma Moses is no Bruegel, but she is no stale Picasso either. Sophisticates rave over the artless joy in her paintings...
...knows him well, "has spent millions for his movie business just to get an emotional outlet." Arthur himself has defined that emotion: "I want nothing of this for myself. . . . I am doing this work for my God and for my country." No one who has seen artless Arthur struggle to assemble these words, like a man worrying boulders to a wall, can doubt that he means them...