Word: despairs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...STRANGER. Italian Director Luchino Visconti (Rocco and His Brothers) has been fanatically faithful to Albert Camus' fine novel of alienation and despair, even to the point of including a long soliloquy on life, death and the meaninglessness of it all by the hero (Marcello Mastroianni), which mars an otherwise powerful film...
Eugene lonesco once admitted that he was a playwright of despair-otherwise, he said, "why do you think I have to be so funny?" The basic problem with Exit the King is that it is not funny enough to leaven the despair, and what comic spirit there is has been muffled in this Manhattan production by the APA Repertory Company. A 90-minute mood piece on the palpable fear of approaching death, the play has been given a sleepy rather than springy staging by Director Ellis Rabb. Instead of displaying regal authority and a poignant awareness of death, Richard Easton...
...owes some of his direct, throbbing guitar and vocal style to the late Woody Guthrie, which is not surprising in this case, since Arlo, 20, is the older of Woody's two sons. And as Oklahoma-born Woody's great songs voiced the common man's despair in the dusty '30s, New York-born Arlo throbs with his own generation's hang-ups. Its length has kept Alice from wide disk-jockey exposure, but Arlo's first Reprise LP is moving steadily up on the charts...
...matri-fratricide, Paola Pitagora as his sister, and Ciliana Gerace as the mother. The tableaux are often visually stunning, in the best tradition of Italian neorealism: the ennui and self-contempt of family meals at which the cat steals food from the blind mother's plate, the seedy despair of rooms where beds are never made, the solemn revelry of a dance in town...
...plangent voice, ranging from a sensual whisper to a banshee wail, exuberantly projects the confident sexuality of Baby, I Love You: If you want my lovin'. , . Stretch out your arms, little boy, you're gonna get it, 'Cause I love you. Or it summons the throbbing despair and resignation of Going Down Slow, a lament of oncoming death: Somebody write my father . . . Tell him that early one morning, look for my clothes home. To the gospel sound of Clara Ward she adds the jazz feeling of the late Dinah Washington, lays it over a pounding rhythm...