Word: elfs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...mischievous elf Puck is the thread that weaves in and out of the several plots and groups of characters, and holds the work together. For this, Jerry Dodge is unflaggingly admirable. When he says, "And here the maiden, sleeping sound,/ On the dank and dirty ground," his way of dropping vocal pitch on the second line is hilarious. He darts about like lightning, and scampers up a tree as easily as a cat. Indeed, at the core of his performance are postures, gestures, and movements drawn from classical ballet. Although he is understandably not in a class with Arthur Mitchell...
...little elf-man with a pointed chin and hair carefully waved over his forehead is the partner of Grace, Marty Balin. He started the Airplane. He is their Voice, the aching, trembling sound he cries into every song. He is less easy than Grace, worries about many things, carries a hurt air with him. His eyes are no more than black pinheads and you sense he doesn't speak to his enemies. He is more than serious about his work...
Droll Troll. Actually, Allen, 31, defames no one more scandalously than he does himself. He is a droll troll, a neurotic elf, a Freudian slip with legs. His basic problem, he says, is living up to his image of himself as an intellectual Gary Grant, which is not easy "when one is from Flatbush, stands just 51 feet tall, weighs 123 pounds, can't see any too well, and has a head of odd-looking red hair." To compensate, he bites his nails, and when his supply runs out, "I bite the nails of loved ones...
Moss on the North Side (Houghton Mifflin) by Sylvia Wilkinson, 26, a green-eyed elf from the tobacco country of North Carolina, is a lyric evocation of childhood by one of the most talented Southern bellettrists to appear since Carson McCullers. Begun when the author was 13 and rewritten intermittently for more than a decade, Moss transpires in the mind and immediate vicinity of a white-trash waif. The girl's mother, a cold-eyed prostitute, abandons her, and her father, a warm-hearted Cherokee Indian, dies of rabbit fever. Desperate, she seeks in nature the tenderness she needs...
SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE MOVIES (NBC, 9-11:25 p.m.). Please Don't Eat the Daisies, the winceable film version of Jean Kerr's bestselling book about elf-life in Larchmont. Doris Day and David Niven manage to turn sweetness and light to Sucaryl and glare...