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...have come to rely upon TIME as a lucid and reasonably objective commentary on the events that are taking place in this world of ours. I find, however, that your recent commentary on the war and the Tet offensive [March 1] is blatant alarmism, shrill with Cassandra's cry and, from my vantage point at least, unsupportable in fact. This is painfully evident to anyone serving here. Your reporting of the impact of the recent offensive on the war, the government, and the economy, is exaggerated and misleading...
...voice of doom in the play belongs to Cassandra, played with cranky, New Yorky irritation by Diana Sands in a black bikini. The voice of reason belongs to Hector, who is humane but soporifically dull, although Philip Bosco has talent enough to take half the curse off the part. As he talks sense to his fellow Trojans and debates with the wily Ulysses, Hector seems always on the verge of averting the madness of war. Actually, it is merely a delaying action against ultimate defeat. For Giraudoux is bent on proving that there is a vile instinct in man that...
...women. But after all this simply reverses the ancient practice, which allowed all-male casts only. A few of the big roles could have stood better acting; yet Jeannette Hume has a number of fine moments as Elektra. And it was a good idea for Elizabeth Scarff to portray Cassandra as insane, for this makes more credible the continued disbelief of all her auditors. I do wish something had been done about the actresses' accents: Attic Greek just does not mix with a Southern United States drawl...
Babe's adaptation adds the brass of the American idiom to Euripides' sterling verse, and every line rings true. His new version of Trojan Women is--from the brilliant sex metaphors of Cassandra's speech to Hecuba's point-by-point indictment of hypocrisy--incisive and beautiful dramatic poetry. It should be published...
...known as "Cas sandra," who for 31 years in the London Daily Mirror cut and thrust with fine partiality and fierce wit at everything from Germany to Radio Moscow and Joe McCarthy, plus sports, doctors, dogs, commercial TV and many of its performers; after a long illness; in London. Cassandra once described Liberace as "this deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother-love." And thereupon Liberace sued for libel and won a $22,400 judgment...