Word: brashly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...filmed, is just a slick version of 1930s tears-and-tinsel show biz sagas around which production numbers were draped like rented furs. The only enterprising recent musicals have been the work of Bob Fosse; the movie Cabaret and, on Broadway, Chicago abound in the same spunk and brash vi tality eulogized in That's Entertainment. Fosse is a brilliantly low-down spirit, an innovator, but he too has forsaken movie musicals for more serious undertakings, like Lenny...
...role of Spillars' lover Clifford Bradshaw (Jerry Bisantz) is a difficult one--Bradshaw must appear a naive, brash American without becoming just another obnoxious tourist. While Bisantz has a pure, clear voice, his acting relies too heavily on certain set poses--gazing innocently at his interlocutors, for instance, and then shaking his head and repeating their remarks to himself with unconvincing amazement...
...coming together again, perhaps because none of them are any longer owned by members of the founding family. In 1964 the Paris operation was sold to two Americans living in Britain; they in turn sold out in 1972 for $12.8 million to a syndicate headed by Robert Hocq, a brash French industrialist. In 1974 Hocq organized another group to buy the London house. And in January still another European syndicate purchased the U.S. operation for $9.5 million from Kenton Corp., a holding company that had owned the New York store since 1968. This month the deal was finally sealed when...
Unfortunately for Marlowe's dramatic scheme, Derek Pajaczkowski, an otherwise competent actor, is badly miscast as Faustus. Visually wrong for the part--Faustus is a mature scholar, not a brawny youth--Pajaczkowski plays the doctor as a brash, young man who struts around the stage with a sustained smirk. While this approach works adequately in the comic sequences, Pajaczkowski lacks the dramatic range necessary to convey the full gamut of Faustus' tormented self-questioning. In addition, he experiences no minor difficulty reciting Marlowe's verse, placing his emphases seemingly at random--as though he knew some accents were needed...
...within such a painstaking, cumbersome medium as film has its penalties. The movies can get ragged and confused, their pacing languid. The Killing of a Chinese Bookie shows much of what is exasperating about Cassavetes. The film is unfocused, loony, indulgent. It is also very much worth indulging-a brash, tense, mysterious night piece unlike anything Cassavetes has attempted before...