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Certainly Eduardo Chillida restrains the knotty nature of his wooden sculpture (see over page), and Antonio Saura's Brigitte Bardot is unsentimental. Says Saura, 36: "When I throw a blob of paint on my canvas, I am committing a rape. When I work I become a kind of monster." There is violence, a seething impasto in whorls of dark color, the suggestion of hot, bubbling blood. Like the peeling, crumbling walls of the Cuenca museum itself, Spain's informalists, such as Luis Feito, present a modern vision of ancient agonies bred in the scorching sun. They convey...
Fortunately the thing cannot be a blob of irritable radioactive ooze, for a moment later it knocks at the door and announces, with a hammer-and-sickly grin: "We're Norwheeguns." Actually the nervous Norsemen are petrified Soviet sailors whose sub has run aground on a sand bar. Their spokesman is Alan Arkin, a cabaret satirist (Second City) and Broadway clown (Luv), making a major movie debut that probably deserves an Oscar, a Lenin Peace Prize, and any other encouragements a wicked old world can offer...
Largo. Occasionally Horowitz finds himself seized with a sickening stage fright. He asks the manager of one concert hall to tell the audience that Mr. Horowitz cannot appear. Tell them yourself, says the miffed manager. Horowitz tries: he goes to center stage, looks out over the blob of faces, opens his mouth-and then dashes for the safe harbor of his grand piano...
...burgeoning Industrial Revolution, Turner eventually abandoned trite old themes to depict railway trains and steamships roiling, almost defiantly and often indistinctly, through mist and fog. When he titled a painting Sunrise with a Boat Between Headlands, the subject was neither topography nor the boat, which is a barely visible blob, but light refracted by mist...
Laurel and Hardy were virtually the only silent comedy stars to repeat their phenomenal success in talkies, probably because their miming spoke louder than words. Stan remained a model of amiable imbecility, impervious to thought. Ollie, a blob just a shade brighter, bumbled his way through every difficulty with ineffable grace, slowly building up vast reserves of despair, self-pity and frustration that only a long pained look into the camera could dispel...