Word: closings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Joseph Papp's Green wich Village Public Theater. One can understand what impelled Adapter Neumann's strenuous and occasionally imaginative effort, since the book was, essentially, Waiting for Godot in its earliest and distinctly embryonic state. The two title characters (Frederick Neumann and Bill Raymond) are as close as barstool buddies, and they stumble and blather about in a bleak inscape of metaphysical despair. Despite intermittent japery, they are triste, petulant atheists who resent the fact that they haven't found God in their Christmas stockings...
...Hick, darling. I want to put my arms around you. I ache to hold you close." The year was 1933. The writer: Eleanor Roosevelt. "Hick" was Lorena Hickok, a burly A.P. reporter assigned to cover Mrs. Roosevelt...
...edge of lunacy. The film's statement, that love is madness, seems only partly comic; and it is an open question during most of Head over Heels whether this madness is a desirable condition. Di rector Joan Micklin Silver lets the action and Heard's characterization veer close to the actual, unfunny sort of in sanity. Once or twice before the happy ending, it seems that something gruesome may be in the air. The quark, or question mark, involves this dark chanciness that finally proves to have foreshadowed nothing. It is intentional, of course, but a trifle heavyhanded...
...larger import of Glashow's and Weinberg's work can be easily overlooked. Unified field theory was unsubstantiated as recently as the 1950's. Belief that it would ultimately be proven true was the exception: skepticism was the rule. The "glorious tapestry" that we now appreciate was periously close to never being woven. So not only was guage theory momentous, but it was propitious, for with its discovery, the pendulum of scientific opinion swung in the other direction. As Bamberg suggests, "there's now abundant optimism where once there was none...
...afternoon's close, the teams had grown indistinguishable, a constant, chilling rain having rendered the field a sodden, gelatinous plain, unfit for any athletic endeavor, except, perhaps, brown-water canoeing...