Word: claudia
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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First Period--D-Betsy Field 9:51. Second Period--D-Nancy Milholland (Field) 8:06; D-Claudia Sarnoff (Susan McLaughlin, Holly Raths) 9:50; H-Tania Huber (Streeter) 10:44. Third Period--H-Huber (Streeter) 10:23. (15-minute periods). GOALTENDING Saves: Worsely (H) 10-1-7 18 Ellis...
Girl Friends, directed and produced by Claudia Weill '68, is a small movie. It's not that nothing happens, but when it's all over, you wonder if it was worth the trip. What you see on the screen is hardly more engaging than watching your neighbors. A lot of water passes under the bridge, but somehow it never reaches the other side. What does emerge is a very warm and compelling portrait of a young woman, Susan Weinblatt. But however appealing her character is, so little is required of her that we remain uninvolved. She ends up very much...
Girl Friends. Independently produced and directed by Claudia Weill '68, it's a pleasant but lightweight portrait of a young woman photographer in New York. She's a nice Jewish girl with a great sense of humor (your mother would love her), but unfortuantely the movie is a little short in the plot department. There are some great cameo roles by well-known actors, however; Eli Wallach as the 60-year-old rabbi she has a brief affair with is one of the best. It's short and sweet, and, all in all, a fairly innocuous way to spend...
Directed by Claudia Weill...
Girl Friends is very easy to admire-from a distance. Shot on a shoestring budget with mostly unsung actors, this film was made by a young woman director working outside the studio system. Claudia Weill, co-director of Shirley Mac-Laine's documentary The Other Half of the Sky: A China Memoir, raised the money for Girl Friends herself, then hawked the movie to distributors (eventually landing Warner Bros.). Although the film's real subject is female friendship, Weill is not a dogmatic feminist. Girl Friends tells of both men and women who suffer the pangs of young...