Word: curls
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Edward Albee can be trusted as a bartender, an unleasher of tirades of aggression, a put-down comedian, and a lover of English whose sentences curl with the involuted beauty of a sea shell, but when he puts on his thinking cap, he is a poseur. To embrace everyone is to be no one. A Delicate Balance is a wish for oblivion posing as a plea for love, and its fine cast and funny lines cannot hide its phony bones...
Fresh off the boat from Italy, gourd-shaped Giulio Gatti-Casazza heads straight for Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera. As the newly appointed general manager of the Met, he is eager to have a look at his new home. Mama mia! What he sees is enough to curl his beard. It's bad enough that the exterior looks like a brewery. But the backstage area is so cramped that it can hardly accommodate a P.T.A. pageant. Principal singers, he finds to his horror, have to rehearse in the ladies' powder room; scenery is stacked behind the building...
...Endless Summer. To surfboard enthusiasts, a new wave film is an epic celebrating the cool of a bronzed athlete atop a ten-foot slab of polyurethane foam, shooting through a tunnel of sea-green water formed by a breaker's curl. "The ultimate thing in surfing is to be covered up by the wave," says Bruce Brown, a blond, 28-year-old Californian who probably qualifies as the world's foremost exponent of pleasure before business. A Bergman of the boards, Brown makes his pleasures pay, and has pushed his income into a fun-filled six-figure bracket...
...starts cutting classes carefreely, naturally. But it is some time before he even gets around to going to a motel with a pretty young high school girl, whose name, of course, is Margaret. Still, what with glorying in their wickedness and trying to impress each other, they finally curl up a good arm's length apart and fall asleep...
...along with the car radio in a voice that sounded like a gargling cello. He pulled out a great smokestack of a cigar, passed it beneath his nose, pierced one end, lit it, puffed three times, closed his eyes, leaned back and sighed, "Ahhh, good!" Basking in a lazy curl of smoke, he mused: "At every concert I leave a lot to the moment. I must have the unexpected, the unforeseen. I want to risk, to dare. I want to be surprised by what comes out. I want to enjoy it more than the audience. That way the music...