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...kind of motorcade to nowhere. Climbing aboard bicycles, pedicabs, Hondas, mini-Jeeps, taxis, small trucks-anything that would move -Saigonese sped up and down broad boulevards lined by huge tamarind trees. The hot dry air turned blue with exhaust smoke as the procession wheeled endlessly past the sidewalk cafés where red-bereted French paratroopers and homesick G.I.s once sat, watching the lissome Vietnamese girls stroll...
...long-running hit in London and a smash success in Los Angeles, except that transvestism has always fascinated the British and the L.A. scene is almost as kinky. For this show, the orchestra seats have been ripped from the floor of Broadway's Belasco Theater and small café tables substituted. These are jammed together without regard for comfort or pleasure. Drinks are served throughout the evening, and in the present instance, customers are advised to get as bombed as the show. ∙T.E.Kalem
Lorenz's call to his wife triggered a vast manhunt. Within minutes, police roadblocks sealed off the southwest section of the city, in which Wilmersdorf park is located. Special flying squadrons raided known leftist hangouts-cafés, clubhouses and homes; doors were smashed in, safes and filing cabinets broken open...
Life would be only a series of such sorry revelations for Nicholas without the support of his friend Fabré (Jean-Pierre Cassel), a creator of unsuccessful fictions. Like most failed novelists, Fabré is bitter. He sits in a cafė all day, his crippled foot hidden under the table, nursing along a grenadine and milk ("with a drop of cassis") and trying to live vicariously through Nicholas. Indeed, he transforms Nicholas into the protagonist of a novel that is lived, not written. He tells him what to do, where to go, how to talk, whom to pursue, when...
...temperature is near freezing after sundown. On rainy days, the muddy lanes of the refugee camps turn into streams and water seeps into the tents. On cold nights, hundreds wander like ghosts into nearby towns to bed down in cafés or hotel lobbies...