Word: bittersweetness
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...Balanchine's mastery of forms. Who Cares?, in fact, is practically an anthology in action of his knowledge of dance. Male Lead Jacques D'Amboise has separate pas de deux with three different ballerinas (Marnee Morris, Patricia McBride, Karin von Aroldingen). The mood of each dance is bittersweet romantic; yet they are wholly different in shape, tempo and feeling. And Balanchine's leaping, exactingly athletic solo for D'Amboise, in Liza, should forever dispel the snide rumor that he does not choreograph well for male dancers...
...walk-off is the bittersweet image by which, undoubtedly, Chaplin wishes to be remembered. But beyond his own films is a far more valid reason for remembrance. Since the '20s, international screen comedians have owed their art to him; Harry Langdon, Laurel and Hardy, Harpo Marx, Abbott and Costello, Jerry Lewis, Peter Sellers, Fernandel, Danny Kaye, Cantinflas, Jacques Tati ... all were born in a tip of the Chaplin chapeau...
...pound for the dead. That is it! The New Orleans funeral has always been an occasion for rejoicing as well as sorrow, celebrating a good man's release from pain and toil, and his passing into a happier life. Even the titles of the spirituals they play express a bittersweet longing for the release: "Just a Little While to Stay Here," "My Life Will Be Sweeter Some Day," "Take My Hand, Precious Lord," "Just a Closer Walk With Thee," "Bye and Bye, When the Morning Comes...
...calendar. Finished manuscripts are tossed aside for three weeks and then revisions quickly made. Hazel Bushes, which deals with the life and wives of a Parisian banker named Francois Perret-La-tour, is "very different from what I have done before." Where earlier books usually had a kind of bittersweet resignation as a conclusion, this one, says Simenon, "has optimism...
Venice rotted and went stormy with the end of summer. The last days were bittersweet like the cigarette of a man about to die. Champagne at dawn and sleep through the day. The most proper Englishman of all, burdened by a suspicion of having danced nude at breakfast, did not show himself again. Not many of us said good-bye. There was too much "see you around" in that...