Word: comics
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...only real laugh in the entire first act comes from an old comic saw--a mother walking in on a stranger in bed with her daughter--which the weary audience, finally seizing upon something it can recognize, greets with a feeling very much akin to relief...
Married. Freddie Prinze, 21, the self-described Hungarican (half Hungarian, half Puerto Rican) comic who plays the cheeky Chicano garage attendant on TV's top-rated Chico and the Man; and Kathy Cochran, 23, a Jackson Hole, Wyo., travel agent he met on a ski trip last spring; both for the first time; in Las Vegas...
Died. Jacques Charon, 55, leading actor and director for 34 years at the Comedie Franchise, France's internationally renowned classical theater; of a heart attack; in Paris. With his pudgy, infinitely elastic face and unerring sense of comic misunderstanding, Charon was a standout onstage. One awed critic, reviewing his performance as Sganarelle in Moliere's Don Juan, observed that he could command a scene even when he was "simply standing onstage and watching." As a director, he could bring off the most frantic Feydeau farce with clockwork-perfect timing, achieving maximum impact...
...Sourcebook is written in a style designed to jibe with its politics but, bound to offend the linguistic purist. For one thing, the language, when it's not merely rhetorical, is often distressingly colloquial, as in this comment on comic books: "The more drecky the material, the more blatant the sexism, the more overt the misogyny." Feminist expressions (language shapes consciousness and all that) abound, expressions like "Goddess knows" which ring a bit untrue, or the substitution of "MDeities" for doctors. The difficulties of constructing a graceful feminist language are certainly formidable, but fortunately the Sourcebook's analysis are sufficiently...
...popular culture, past and present, seem worth the risk of affronting our conventional biographical expectations. For a few minutes early in the film, when Director Russell presents a Liszt recital as if it were indeed a rock event, the experiment justifies itself. Poor old Franz becomes a hugely comic figure as he tries to satisfy the demands of his groupies (they want him to play his hit, Chopsticks), his conscience (by introducing some new music by a radical named Wagner) and his id (casing the audience for a suitable post-concert bed partner). If there is such a thing...