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...plays (engagingly, as always) a renegade farm boy who wants to be part of that legend and, if he can, extend it into Western myth. For all its genre trappings, Barbarosa is essentially a comedy about friendship; both the humor and the amity are infectious. Australian Director Schepisi (The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith) uses his telephoto lens to caress the rugged vistas and visages of West Texas like a melancholy lover. Time-lapse shadows lope across a mountain range, eloquently suggesting the irony of a professional in the twilight of his career. He is too old and lonely to keep...
...priory is best known for the prolific talents of Brother Gregory, a self-taught musician who plays the guitar, the piano and the organ. He has composed some 200 songs to celebrate the faith, using scriptural themes and nature metaphors. His music echoes the Gregorian chant sung by Benedictines for more than 1,000 years. Since 1971 about 100 of Brother Gregory's songs have found their way, through the priory's songbooks and records, into Catholic congregational singing across the nation. Weston's music is one reason that crowds as large as 1,300 are drawn...
...from all sections of the Boston Garden, where 14 flags of championship glory fly, a thunderous chant came rolling down onto the court: "BEAT L.A.! BEAT L.A.! BEAT L.A.!" The Celtic fans last night surrendered with honor and sent their heroes' arch-rivals on to the NBA finals with the support the Sisters deserve...
...permitted the scent of high camp and low vulgarity to permeate far too much of the show. In one obnoxious sequence, a plump, leering bawd inducts the boy Guido (Cameron Johann) and three of his classmates into the rites of sex to the beat of tambourines and the priapic chant Be Italian, Intermittently spotlighted during the show is a quartet of women dubbed "The Germans," who would have been called "The Beef Trust" in vaudeville, a gross physical mockery...
...sort of thing any more. Once we could indulge ourselves. No more. We will find some substitute, a methadone to ease of the habit. We will take up a surrogate for war-a sport, perhaps: planetary killer golf, or perpetual Olympics. We will meditate, to keep our tempers, and chant a sweet Quaker om. We will sublimate the black bats of our rages into butterflies...