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Orpheus (Paulvé; Discina), Avant-Gardist Jean Cocteau's latest plunge through the lookingglass, carries him into an enigmatic dream world that blends myth, realistic thriller and fantasy. Laureled in Venice, praised and damned in Paris and London, it is a film to frustrate any moviegoer who demands a logical explanation of what he is looking at. For those willing to drift with Cocteau's reverie, catching what wisps of meaning they can, the movie is an interesting experience...
...there no publisher in America willing to take a chance on avant-garde writing? Laughlin went back to Harvard in 1934 with ideas of becoming a publisher. He collected a big eclectic bundle of literary odds & ends (by such writers as Gertrude Stein, Kay Boyle, Jean Cocteau, Marianne Moore, Wallace Stevens) and in 1936, while still in college, published them in one volume as the first New Directions annual. New Directions books and pamphlets quickly followed...
Last week, Un Tramway Nommé Désir rolled into Paris in the costliest production ever given a U.S. play in France. Adapter-Producer Jean Cocteau, Parisian jack-of-all-arts, had treated it to a few touches of his own. In each seduction scene, a spotlight shifted to a Negro woman doing a belly dance in the background. Cocteau had also salted the dialogue. One critic noted that he had used "merde at least ten times, and it was one of the milder expressions...
...side, he began translating Rabelais, went to France in 1926 for a look at the Rabelais country and stayed until 1933. While in Europe he published his Rabelais, plus some translations of Pirandello and Jean Cocteau, and edited the literary quarterly New Review...
...York City, where he spent a harrowing fortnight five months ago, seemed like a nightmare in retrospect to Jean Cocteau, France's birdlike little Jack-of-all-arts. "New York is not a city that sits down," he said. "It is not a town that sleeps . . . I am talking about a town that stands up because if it sat down it would rest, and it would think, and if it went to bed it would fall asleep and dream, and it wants neither to think nor to dream, but to divide its time upright, between the two breasts...