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...respect and admire people of vaudeville. Ray Bolger, for example. An astonishing dancer. And Fanny Brice. She did a marvelous skit on me." So said Matriarch of Modern Dance Martha Graham, 79, who is best known for her spare interpretations of Greek tragedies. But then splinterbug Graham played two shows a day on the Phantasia circuit in the early twenties. Now on a lecture/concert tour, Graham also had some tart things to say about the Metropolitan Opera's former general manager Sir Rudolf Bing. "He had a misconceived notion of the purpose of dance," said Graham, who maintains that...
...Russians seem determined to keep around is Valery Panov, 35, once a leading dancer with the Kirov Ballet. In March 1972, Panov applied for exit visas for himself and his wife Galena, 24, to emigrate to Israel. Reaction was vicious and immediate. Panov was dismissed from the Kirov, while Galena was demoted from soloist to the corps de ballet. Since then, Panov has been continually harassed. His phone has been cut off, he can receive no mail from abroad, and he has been roughed up by the secret police. Now confined to the city of Leningrad, the Panovs said last...
...National Ballet next week. Appearing as Princess Aurora in a sequence from Sleeping Beauty, Fonteyn will be supported by a quartet of amateur ballerinas but professional scene-stealers: Film Star Paulette Goddard, 62, as the Queen, TV Panelist Arlene Francis, 65, as the Lilac Fairy, Broadway Dancer Gwen Verdon, 47, as a comical Little Red Ridinghood, and Actress Julie Newmar, 38, as the White Cat. Newmar rises to a majestic 6 ft. 10 in. on her toes, towering over her National Ballet partner Dean Badolato, 5 ft. 4 in. Said Julie regretfully, "I wanted John Lindsay to partner me. After...
Messing moved like a ballet dancer, and that's not a gratuitous metaphor, only the nearest one I can think of which approximates his fluidity of motion. I once saw him go into the air after a headed ball that was impossible to get; there were three or four Brown guys clustered around the spot where the ball would come down. Messing somehow insinuated himself into that small crowd, plucked the ball out of the air, and then landed without having touched one of the opposition...
Later, he's in Tony Volpe's bar, as usual, staring at the black topless dancer, utterly at home. And again he muses to himself: "She sure is a fine-looking woman. But she's black. I suppose there's no difference, though," etc. More cliches, and again an inevitable losing battle with the tyranny of his small world. His racism is a natural extension of the strict law of street and family...