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...feel that some fitting atonement had been made for the monstrous wrongs done them. But Shaw's conception of martyrdom makes it seem less a matter of conscience that an attention-getting device on a grandiose scale. Some crimes-and the murder of the Jews is certainly one-dwarf atonement and defy retributive justice. A token of evil can be caged in a glass booth, but evil itself can never be exorcised there...
...Dwarf-Sized Man. Since Dubček is unlikely to retreat very far, the only hope that the Russians would seem to have of defeating his program is to somehow oust him as party boss. In the present mood of Czechoslovakia, that would probably require nothing less than a bullet-or the Red army. In spite of minimal concessions, Dubček is not yet in deep trouble with his party and clearly leads a united people. At week's end, Dubček called on the nation to back him with "strong faith in our good cause...
...that we have entered and do not in tend to leave while we live." Along with the manifesto, the journal's editors ran a cartoon showing a gargantuan figure of Soviet Party Boss Leonid Brezhnev frantically pouring buckets of water on a tiny bungalow representing Czechoslovakia. A dwarf-sized man is peeking out of a window and shouting at him: "This house is not on fire...
...hormones and X-raying joints to look at cartilage-bone defects. A great deal of work remains to be done, so 18 Little People arrived days ahead of time. They were admitted to the hospital for detailed tests by orthopedists, ophthalmologists, and otolaryngologists. Especially concerned were the gynecologists, for dwarf women's babies usually have to be delivered by caesarean section. Of the dozen conventions the Little People have had, this was by far the most medically oriented. To handle all the examinations, a temporary hospital room was set up in the Lord Baltimore Hotel, convention headquarters...
...themselves. But Buňuel, who has lived and worked in Mexico for more than 20 years, is no Cervantes, his portrait of the tyrannized, superstition-racked land is as primitive as the peasants themselves. The film's best moments are miniatures: the grotesque love story of a dwarf and a whore; the sudden hysterics of women keening over a dying child; a love-haunted, plague-struck woman who is offered dirisxian aid but spurns the comfort of heaven to sigh for her lost lover. The stretches between such moments are bare and boring. Moreover, Bunuei's anticlerical...