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Seeing The Devil's Eye makes one wish Ingmar Bergman would stop playing with his damn symbols for a while and just tell a story. If he had been willing to do so, this film might have been the funniest comedy of the year. As it stands, it is merely a confused tale, that never says enough humorously or seriously to make it worth the bother...
...about Poland's Jewish ghettos before World War II, Isaac Singer creates a world so fresh, so full of the beat and cries of astonishing life that he can fairly be called one of the few originals now writing. It is a world in which God and the devil are constantly in contention, in which imps, cabalistic mysteries and ancient Talmudic heresies are as much a part of the passing show as a quarrel in the market place. The best of these eleven stories tells how Satan ruins the nicest girl in town. Satan contrives that Lise should marry...
...poor country girl from Nebraska. Susan Hayward meets John Gavin, a rich city boy from Chicago, falls in love, finds out that he is married, runs away and becomes a famous fashion designer. When the handsome devil finds her again, he is revealed as anything but a gay seducer; he is in fact the all-American archetype of the mother's boyish male, a muddle husband with an alcoholic, homicidal wife (Vera Miles). Adultery thus spectacularly excused, massed violins take over and sweep the lovers away to a villa drowsing in jasmine by the passion-tossed Tyrrhenian...
Last night's production of The White Devil at the Loeb went a long way toward vindicating the choice of Webster's complicated and allusive masterpiece. For the first time a group of actors concentrated seriously enough on clarity to prove that the theater's acoustics are not defective; and a director seemed aware that the drama center did not exist solely for the University's English majors...
...play's subtitle, Vittoria Corombona, might have been more apt than White Devil for the Loeb offering. The show was a vehicle for Jean Weston's Vittoria, and she rode it majestically. Her fury was never shouted, but came through instead as the disciplined, brittle, half-smiling anger of a real devil. Peter Haskell, though, prevented her from stealing the show. His unconventional Flamineo, more a pimp than a conspirator, lightened Webster's heavy psychologizing. As a commentator he clarified the story; as a murderer, he mad the killer's impulse seem explicable; and even when the action reached...