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Decapitated Goddess. Such extravagant Neiman-Marcus items as a $150,000 necklace and a Doughty & Boehm quail-shaped teapot worth $50,000 escaped the fire undamaged, but about two-thirds of the store's $12 million stock of merchandise was either destroyed or made unsalable by N.M. standards. A $10,000 wooden figurine of Kuan Yin, a Chinese goddess of mercy, was decapitated and a $35,000 sable coat so saturated with smoke that Marcus deemed it uncleanable. "It would be like trying to take the smoke smell out of smoked herring," he said. Much of the less-damaged...
Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color (NBC, 7:30-8:30 p.m.). Dramatization with music of Ludwig van Beethoven's middle years. Karl Boehm stars as the composer. First of two parts. Color. Repeat...
...expressed passion by bulging his eyeballs and moodily waggling his whipstock. Undaunted, M-G-M decided to risk a remake of Horsemen. With the help of Director Vincente Minnelli (Gigi), eight big-name players (Glenn Ford, Ingrid Thulin, Charles Boyer, Lee J. Cobb, Paul Lukas, Yvette Mimieux, Karl Boehm, Paul Henreid) and a $6,000,000 budget, the new production manages in several respects to be even sillier than...
...voice big enough and resonant enough to soar over the timpani-tempered Wagnerian orchestra, 2) be robust enough to support swooning Wagnerian sopranos, and 3) preferably be named Lauritz Melchior. At the Metropolitan Opera last week, a topnotch revival of Wagner's Die Walkuere (conducted by Karl Boehm) offered the audience a dramatic tenor who ideally fulfilled the first two requirements and made the third one seem unimportant. The tenor: 33-year-old, Canadian-born Jon Vickers...
...four were often shakily uneven. The only real star of the evening proved to be Canadian Tenor Jon Vickers as Florestan, who sang his moving second-act aria, In des Lebens Frühlingstagen (In the springtime days of life), with conviction and power. The orchestra under Conductor Karl Boehm was ragged, and the winds tootled some of the wrongest notes to pierce the Met air in a long while...