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...representative qualities. Miller has been yanked off the shelf to be a symbol of something Smith's readers need, the rebel artist and the great sexual emancipator. But the photographs reveal him gliding into dotage, the dried up version of the former volcano. Smith's a pictures reach a crescendo of inanity with a shot of Miller playing ping pong with a naked Playmate...
Narrative Gift. On his show, as well as on his records, Flip Wilson spins out these impersonations in anecdotes, not one-liners. His gift is for dialect and narrative, not gags. The laugh track of a Bob Hope or a Milton Berle is a crescendo to climactic punch lines. Flip's graph would be all hills and valleys, zigs and zags. He puts his material over gently, through sheer likability-and considerable body English. Though only 5 ft. 6 in., he has an amazingly elastic physical grace, and a repertory of motions that recalls the masters of silent movie...
...stranger. Blind Jordan (Moses Gunn), who calls himself "the last of a long line of blind singers." He may be the symbol of a quest, of the black racial unconscious or of the power and primacy of blood. In a mesmerizing second-act curtain scene that builds to a crescendo of religious and erotic frenzy, Blind lordan becomes Alberta's lover. In Act III he leaves, and the two women sit in disconsolate resignation, like the heroines of Chekhov. Words of praise cannot do full justice to the play or the players, or to the skillfully unobtrusive direction...
...from its stylistic pretensions--no important line was let past without the screen quivering in peculiar effects of light and color; no setting lacked a quality of manufactured gloom. At its climactic worst--as Faustus prepares for damnation--red blotches swirl round his head, and music builds to a crescendo. Burton grimaces in the best Burton fashion, and Faustus is swallowed into hell. All told, it was a disaster of sufficient proportion to make me doubt whether any film could treat classical tragedy cinematically and not contaminate it with effects of style...
...melancholy-in a Burtonian sense of the word-being in the grip of some disabling passion such as sorrow, fear or especially love. Powell's intricate music is still scored for a faintly ridiculous comic dance, but as it launches into the final movement there is a crescendo of grave, dark chords of mortality...