Word: deathe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...AFRAID of witnessing the death of an eleven-inch trout by port wine...
...passage from Galen (which is somewhere) was irrevocable. Moonlight moved towards death in the growing eye of Keddel (who is someone), talking, never writing and so his words were embarrassing, almost sentimental. She, with her cool exterior, was astonished. His eloquence was the danger--he talked with such ease of all the normal things--of birth and death and life and love and art and war and soul--with the kind of maxims one wants to take to bed. And yet in the end are never satisfying...
Director Leland Moss must have been hard put to find ways of keeping the machinations rolling. The prologue, written by Goldsmith as a parody of once popular, tear-drenched death scenes, is played with lilting stylization. Alas, it's the only sustained bit of mannered playing. Too much of what follows is done with a calculated ribaldry derivative of Richardson's Tom Jones. Mr. Hardcastle (Ed Etsten), the lord of the manor, must be given the dubious honor of a lifetime membership in Santa's Village. He tries so hard to be elfishly cop any winning that I'm sure...
Arriving at Turpin's home in a storm, Mandeville, an obvious drunkard and possible psychotic, demands that Turpin circumcise Mandeville's golden retriever. The subsequent brutal murder of the dog is but the beginning of a series of bizarre deaths in which Turpin naturally becomes entrapped. Verbally shanghaied aboard an expensive yacht, Turpin finds himself in Raceport, Long Island, where he grapples with a girl who promptly chokes to death on a wad of chewing gum. Nelson Falorp, wealthy owner of the yacht, has a heart attack in the bathroom of a wharf restaurant, and Turpin becomes responsible...
Directors like Antonioni recognize the death of God, and say man has to take it from there; but Bergman is trying to discover how to live at least with His memory. In 1960 Bergman wrote...