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Hand-painted tiles, stained-glass windows and brass samovars have transformed a drab warehouse in Valencia into a Dublin interior, circa 1904. Actors and actresses in long gowns, high collars and tails move about a realistic drawing room replete with chandelier and an old-fashioned square piano; in another room a dining table is set for 16 people. Outside, plastic snow falls steadily. In failing health, near the end of his career, John Huston is filming James Joyce's great short story The Dead...
...whence comes the name: Uilleann is based on the Gaelic word for elbow). The bellows replaces a Scotsman's lungs in filling the leather bag that drives the sound. The bag goes under his left arm; out of it and across his lap comes a collection of wood and brass tubes. Some of these are the drones, which sound continuously in the background; the others, called regulators, are activated by brass keys studded along their length and are used intermittently for emphasis. Last of all comes the melody-making chanter, an oboe-like device attached to the bag, with holes...
...took pictures free of cold war cliches or internationalist pieties. Though with less success than in his New York work, he got his Russians unabashed, not least in Bikini, his 1959 picture of a young woman dishing out elan vital while her elders deflate behind her. Even | Muscovites have brass, Klein seems to be saying. Even Communism has its bikinis. Though his pictures were once scorned as too subjective, they look now among the least predisposed, the most inquiring and inclusive. Klein has been known to call his camera variously a weapon, a mask, a disguise. None of those terms...
...European tour following the filming of The Rose in 1979 provoked one last fight with Russo, and Midler was on her own. She chose a jokey film noir script called Jinxed; she chose the director Don Siegel and her co-star Ken Wahl. The brass at United Artists, then tiptoeing through the rubble of Heaven's Gate, was turning to Midler to make decisions. And the creative team, vexed at her power, turned on her. There were shoving matches and walkouts. It was a sorry time. In retrospect, Midler notes, "I feel I've had my revenge. What goes around...
Another cotton robed figure circulated with a brass collection plate, on which was mounted a flaming stick of some incendiary religious material. As the plate passed crowd members, hands were passed through the flame then rubbed against foreheads. Anticipating either pain or epiphany, I followed suit, and succeeded in doing nothing more than raising my body temperature--part flame, part Episcopalian embarrassment...