Word: bitted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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STRATFORD SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL, Stratford, Ont. (through Oct. 11). The tortured prince, played by Kenneth Welsh, visits his laments upon Canadian audiences; and to brighten things a bit. Measure for Measure metes out the laughter. Moliere's Tartuffe and Ben Jonson's The Alchemist alternate with them. On the Avon Theater's proscenium stage at Downie Street, the offering for July is Satyricon, an original burlesque by Tom Hendry, based on the writings of Petronius, with music by Stanley Silverman; and for August, Peter Luke's Hadrian...
...Gordon Mills, has a one-word explanation for the fuss: "Sex." That is accurate enough-and the effect is carefully calculated. When Jones growls through a song in a black, bluesy style, the emotion seems to come more from the throat than the heart. The throat itself is a bit suspect: his keening, virile baritone has an alarming tendency to wobble. What seems to matter to female spectators is the way he writhes to a funky beat, tears off his tie, slashes the air rhythmically with both arms and strains his pelvis and thigh muscles against trousers that seem...
With resignation rather than fury, he decides to try "a wee bit of Mao" and hires a professional killer to assassinate the killer-policeman. It is as if nothing less than a brutal act of violence will keep him awake-as if, in fact, all Americans, both black and white, are frozen in various sleepwalking postures from which only further atrocity can hope to rouse them...
Those nuts were well rewarded. The evening had been billed as one of "jazz for the connoiseur." It was actually more of a jazz potpourri. It began a bit slowly with George Benson and Sunny Murray (or so I was told; the rain and the traffic on Route 128 kept me from getting there on time), but picked up with Freddie Hubbard and his group (unfortunately, so did the rain). It's hard to classify Hubbard's sound; maybe "slight futuristic soul-jazz" comes closest. Two of his pieces--the best two--called "Space Drive" and "Eclipse...
Talese tends to overinterpret a bit. Still, whether he is studying bullpen pecking order, invoking the camphor-scented memory of Times past, or heightening the Reston-Daniel showdown, at his best he has an eye like a Hasselblad for detail and a novelist's feel for scene setting...