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Nobody Waved Good-Bye gives lively evidence of the creativity of the National Film Board of Canada, the government-sponsored agency that has won hundreds of international awards for adventurous shorts and cartoons on such diverse subjects as jazz, religion, tourism, sibling rivalry, Eskimo art, and even the life cycle of the small-mouthed bass. This film, N.F.B.'s first full-length feature to be distributed commercially across the U.S., is a winsome if wobbly essay on the plight of two affluent delinquents swimming against the stream of life in Toronto...
...little bit o' plastic" record that the Beatles sent their fans free for Christmas. Meanwhile, back in London's Odeon Theater, the furry foursome made their first onstage scene since Ringo had his tonsils clipped. Surprise again. This time the mops were all covered up with Eskimo gear. But everybody knew who they were the minute they cranked up to shoot down Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer...
...lecherous gurgles, dying squawks and goosy yelps that used to be the cheek-in-tongue counterpoint to vaudeville, and burlesque. What makes Lahr the king of clowns is, above all, his masterly word-and-action timing, as when he off-handedly tosses a bag of lead pellets to his Eskimo retinue and says with ineffable Lahrgesse: "Get yourself some chocolate-covered blubber...
There is an unavoidable air of patronage in this, as there is in even a good documentary film about Eskimo customs or shaman cultists of the Kamchatka Peninsula. Miss Dawkins is clearly a more highly civilized woman than the people she writes about. However, she bridges the distance between herself and her creatures with pity and a decently reined imagination. Mere realism would have made them caricatures, or the gothic grotesques popular with the school-of-the-South. Even her first story, which begins with that old stock bit of scenery, the scrubbed cabin porch, convinces in the end that...
...unsexiness as Zsa Zsa Gabor makes out of her libido. "Crawling out of bed, I girdled myself," she would write, "with the aid of a block and tackle." Or, "I've been favorably compared to a whale, a pachyderm, a hippopotamus, an untidy featherbed, an Eskimo igloo during the summer thaw, a charwoman at daybreak. Prince Christian of Hesse, spotting me in bathing costume offshore at Antibes, mistook me for a rubber mattress. But I became a celebrity anyhow...