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...loud, hoarse baritone. "Those E-flat major chords get the reader awake." Then in deep, funereal tones, quoting from his own book, he continues: "There he lies/ Ensanguinated tyrant/ O bloody, bloody tyrant/ See/ How the sin within/ Doth incarnadine/ His skin/ From the shin to the chin." "Perhaps," he adds, "Knopf should have given away a free record with every copy...
Cooper's over-fifty double chin and over-the-belt bulge go well with his British accent. But, his Anglophilic decorum seems incongruous among the insistent telephone calls and the stream of ambitious go-go-booted women who curtly pick up their rejected works. "The divorcees always invite me to their homes," he complains. "I usually refuse. One woman sends me obscene letters. Once she invited me to take a bath with her. I stopped reading her letters until she started writing about all the women who were trying to get me fired. Why? Because I didn't sell their...
Ambiguous Clues. Watching his sister for "signs of wellness," Richard notes, "Meg is now almost feeding herself. When she eats, food splashes over her chin . . . but that only means she's eating with more zest." He desperately tries to find in her crankiest non sequitur some shred of sanity or sense. He does his best to forget that she spends a good deal of time kissing the mirror and dangles the kitten he gave her by its tail...
...Runyonesque incantation by Erie Smith (Ben Gazzara), a small-time hustler and horseplayer. Erie ("I was dragged up in Erie, P-A-some punk burg") returns early one morning in 1928 to his fleabag hotel, after a five-day binge. With a snappy-brim hat, stubble on his chin, a nearly empty pint in his pocket and a cigarette wheeze that makes his fits of laughter sound like emphysema, Erie has the jauntiness of a doomed sucker...
...OTHER aspects of the picture fit just as comfortably into this tension-releasing pattern. Michael York's D'Artagnan would be romantic and gallant in a normal film like this, but here he never gets a chance to set his chin and gaze into the horizon because the comedy keeps him too busy being wide-eyed and gulpy. The wonderful period sets, costumes and scenery (filmed in Spain, with horses and falconry and royal picnics galore) might have seemed heavy and historically meticulous except that there's always something faintly ridiculous going on, which never distracts because the plot keeps...