Word: epical
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...saddle, the movies are fed to the most ravenous audiences in the world. Some theaters actually book quadruple features. Although the country has been in a cecilbedelirium ever since it first saw The Ten Commandments, about the only type of film not made in Japan has been the religious epic. On location near Kyoto, the Daiei Motion Picture Co. is taking care of that-with The Life of Buddha, a 70-mm. Eastern variation on The Greatest Story Ever Told...
Fauré: La Bonne Chanson (Martial Singher, baritone, and instrumentalists from the Marlboro Music Festival; Columbia; and Gerard Souzay, baritone, accompanied by Dalton Baldwin, piano; Epic). Two new recordings of the nine songs Faure composed to the cycle of poems addressed by Verlaine to his fiancee ("One bright summer day the sun will second my joy The sky like a tall tent will wave around us"). As might be expected of the two leading interpreters of French art songs, both readings are of first quality. Singher, at his peak, is marred only occasionally by an overexpressive wobble. Souzay...
Brecht's intent, of course, in manipulating these characters of other writers was to break the barriers of the theatre of illusion (the "culinary theatre" he called it contemptuously), and they became basic parts of his 'epic' narrative methods. By 1924, when work on A Man's a Man began, he had added Pirandello to his list of influences: this act, as A Man's a Man shows, finally gave him the skills to shatter completely the culinary arts. The audience is now at arm's length, and the actors can themselves glide from impersonations, now assuming a new role...
...tight pleasures and pains of Hemingway's world; nothing else could convey with such on-going, irresistible immediacy the pure analyzed sense of "what is." Only thus could we ever have experienced the bus ride to Burguete and the fishing in The Sun Also Rises, the mud-epic retreat in A Farewell to Arms, Pilar's tale of "the day it began" in the finest of his full-length novels, For Whom the Bell Tolls...
...book advocates a return to some sort of dark, druidical pre-Christianity and the substitution of phallus worship for veneration of the Cross. Similarly. Miller in Cancer proposes a new world based on "the omphalos" (navel) as against an "abstract idea nailed to a cross." Despite the truly epic flow of obscene language, which becomes first dull and then comical, the book's real shock value is not moral but intellectual: what is baffling is not the sex but the snake oil it is cooked in. Cancer is not pornography in the usual sad style of that genre...