Word: decore
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Impulsively, Jean invites the ensign home to admire the Provencal decor and share her chicken salad, and in no time at all she is half mad with guilt over "some sort of animal hunger" that has driven them together. Looks more like vegetable hunger, really, but whatever has got into them doesn't agree with Sean. He turns nasty. They quarrel. A gun goes...
...whole production shows unerring taste. Boris Kaufman's subdued color photography evokes nostalgia the way old snapshots do, pulling the mind back to floppy hats and turbans and the horrors of early modern decor. Lumet skillfully sustains the drama's reminiscent mood without losing his amused detachment toward the well-educated, privileged creatures who, if nothing else, will remain loyal alumnae till the day they die. Virginity, infidelity, Communism, hard times, conception, contraception, Hitler and high fashion are their concerns. Balefully sizing up the groom at the group's first wedding, a bleak ritual in Greenwich Village...
Sandra, though lento-paced and pretentious, does create a bewitching atmosphere of decadence. While the old, ordered world passes into limbo, Visconti savors every detail of a cavernous manse where each drafty, half-lit corridor and every gleaming bit of crystal augurs ill. But finally the decor becomes a bore, and even Visconti's human characters seem used up, lifeless, set into place like figures in a faded tapestry...
...indisputably French decor and air of luxury, what Le Pavilion's customers most appreciated was the food, which was classic French cooking. There was no tampering with recipes, as there was no single specialty. For Soule, everything was a specialty, from tasty crabmeat timbale with its light sauce, to the roast duck with peaches, through the tender, flaky strawberry tart. No restaurant served younger partridges, earlier truffles, or more tender asparagus...
Seven weeks. Zut! The man at Delmonico's wrung his hands. "Usually things like this are planned four or five months ahead," he moaned. But he would try. And right up to two hours before the party started, decorators and caterers struggled to transform the hotel's sedate, continental Crystal Room into a black-and-white striped tent with a "pop-op" decor. Then suddenly the room was filled with 445 stylish, milling guests and the music of Meyer Davis' orchestra. And dancing among them, smiling, shy and lovely, was the person it was all about-Anne...