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...Jewish lore, a "dybbuk" is the soul of someone who dies without fulfilling his destiny; to earn eternal rest, the soul must return to earth and find fulfillment in the body of somebody else. The Dybbuk of Russian Playwright S. Ansky has been an international stage classic for 30 years. A lot of people were sure it would make first-class opera, but all attempts seemed to end in failure...
...Oregon-born brothers, Alex and David Tamkin, finished an operatic version in 1933. Met Conductor Artur Bodanzky saw it and liked it, but died before he could get it produced. Over the years, The Dybbuk inhabited several other composers, among them Hollywood's Dimitri Tiomkin. Two years ago, excerpts from the Tamkin work were presented in Portland, Ore. Last season the New York City Opera scheduled a production, but postponed it "for economy." Last week the Tamkin Dybbuk finally found fulfillment, and Manhattan's City Center Theater was packed for the world premi...
...style. Israeli girls, who run to the buxom bucolic type, stride the streets in slacks or shorts. Many have gone into the CHEN, Israeli version of the WAC. The young people turn their backs on sentimental, nostalgic, masochistic traditional Jewish art. Such plays as the great Yiddish drama, The Dybbuk, draw an almost unanimous "it stinks" from the sabras. Their strong, bronzed young hands have no tendency to rend their open-necked sport shirts in grief...
Opening with S. Ansky's well-known Dybbuk,* the Habimah confirmed the impression they made on Broadway in 1925: that they are a distinguished acting company. At its best, their stylized production possesses really notable style...
...study and an unintended indictment of the forms & symbols that circumscribe its people, The Dybbuk is important. As cinema it is tedious, technically crude, lacking in coherence. Here and there are pictorial groupings, interesting enough in themselves, but poorly related in the general clutter of hyper-religious abracadabra and the familiar hocus-pocus of third-rate melodrama. The mere mention of Kabala brings on thunder-and-lightning overtones; a departing soul is the signal for banging casements, flickering candles, fluttering curtains. Valiantly pushing its way through is a slender story of a boy (L. Libgold) and a girl (Lili Liliana...