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...began when a guard in his cement-lined outpost at the side entrance of the Independence Palace saw a distant blur of moving men. There was a shout: "Open the palace gates! We are the Liberation Army!" Then, rockets blazing, the Viet Cong commandos charged. From that moment on, fighting broke out all over the city, to the crack and boom of rockets, mortars and bazookas, the chop of machine-gun fire and the whine of ricocheting bullets. For the would-be liberators of the Independence Palace, the reply was a hail of fire. Retreating across the streets, the Communists...
...constricting commitments and loath to give up the heady rewards of widespread guest-conducting, they may want to wait out the blur of transition that now troubles the orchestra world. Until the position of music director is redefined, they will be careful not to tie themselves to a set of responsibilities that could become obsolete. They may well end up with orchestras such as New York's, Chicago's and Boston's-but they probably also will continue to go their headlong, footloose way, gypsying around the musical world...
...review attributes "a near-perfect technical mastery" to Seth Carlin's playing. I, for one, could not judge his fingerwork, because of the overall blur his heavy footwork gave the music. And no clear overall understanding of the piece came through to redeem the technical haze...
...color tone point up an insert shot of villainous Burroughs, a close-up we later realize is imagined by Harwick (although neither he nor we have seen him before). Arriving at the sanitarium, Harwick looks warily out the car window, and Rooks cuts to his point-of-view: a blur of color suddenly coming into sharp focus revealing the chateau in an angle-shot accentuating its Castle Draculaaura. This is followed by a montage of different fantasies of Harwick resisting entering the sanitarium, in which he imagines himself Quasimodo. Chappaqua proceeds best when, as in the above examples, it moves...
Loud enough for a band three times their size, decked out in such a motley blur of polka-dot pants, fringed suede shirts, neck chains, lizard boots and other psychedelic cowboy garb that they sometimes look like three times as many people, Cream go beyond oddness into originality. In a genre that is virtually defined by vocal effects alone, their slashing, blues-steeped sound is mainly instrumental; they even use their voices like instruments. Their motto: "Forget the message, forget the lyrics; just play...