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...signed for six new pictures, to be made over the next two years. He opens soon as an Arab chieftain in the much-awaited Lawrence of Arabia. He is also Dino de Laurentiis' Barabbas, giving a taut, disciplined, and sometimes moving performance as the man whose life was spared when Christ died. Requiem for a Heavyweight, completed earlier this year but just released by Producer David Susskind in a maneuver aimed at the Academy Awards, is probably Quinn's best picture. As a punched-out prizefighter, croaking in the high voice of a man who has taken...
...story has its lapses and the film its faults. Actor Quinn, though generally effective, sometimes sounds more like a punk out of Cicero than a hood from the Holy Land. And Director Richard Fleischer, impelled by Producer Dino de Laurentiis, has wasted time on spectacle that had more usefully been spent on theme Even so, the film is continuously alive and what keeps it alive is the burning sincerity of its search for the reality of God and the meaning of the hero's singular and apocalyptic life...
...rough-and-tumble reconstruction made way for new men and new ideas. Wily Dino de Laurentiis, who has revitalized Italy's film industry by making movies (War and Peace, Attila) with international casts and the specific purpose of tapping international markets, is the son of a small Neapolitan pasta manufacturer. In Britain, neither George Harriman, who as head of British Motor Corp. is the United Kingdom's biggest automaker, nor Financier Charles Clore, who has won fame as London's "Takeover King," can boast the once-traditional public school and university background...
Watching Moravia lead his hero through extraordinarily repetitious interviews (which he aptly likens three times to "police station" cross-examination) and learning nothing from them; listening to Dino's tired voice relate scene after scene of identically mechanical couplings; one begins to perceive that the writer is as bored as Dino. Moravia's women, whose scheming sensitivity formed the most brilliant stuff of his earlier novels, are here simply diffident, grasping, and apathetic. Dino's mother, whom he might "question . . . for hours and still not come to a conclusion about anything" and Cecilia herself, despite continual references to the depth...
...Forster's Caves, all coming to nothing muffled "ou-boum"? I do not so; it is their way of dealing simple concern with which most writers are stuck whether want it or not: what can be from the century and its though wars. Moravia has escaped by Dino, who is beyond being by the problem; Ayme his trust in the squat, stolid Martin. We should have had from Ayme if he had made fabulous and more human, but after all very likely impossible. only immediate conclusion one at is that love can be a often cloying study, boredom...