Word: eying
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Died. Mae Marsh, 72, early Hollywood heroine, who first starred in D. W. Griffith's 1915 classic, The Birth of a Nation; of a heart attack; in Hermosa Beach, Calif. Mae was only 16 when her auburn-haired beauty caught. Griffith's eye and he signed her to a contract at $3 a day. She moved a generation of moviegoers as Flora, the star-crossed little sister, in Birth of a Nation, went on to become Griffith's always tearful, often tragic leading lady in Intolerance, A Child of the Paris Streets and The White Rose...
...Pentagon siege, Mailer winds up in the same paddy wagon with a tall, ferocious American Nazi, and stares him down in the inevitable Mailerian confrontation of wills. "You Jew bastard," shouts the Nazi. "Kraut pig!" replies Norman, only a bit embarrassed. But for Mailer's reportorial eye and his caustic comments on an America overwhelmed by institutionalism, his version of the Pentagon march might have become far too personal. As it is, he reveals the diversity and ethical intricacy of the protest movement as no reporter has yet done...
...this is less an eye-witness report than a very private vision. As Wakefield sees it, present-day U.S. society is so stringently regimented that it is marching inexorably to war. Viet Nam is no aberration: it is U.S. destiny. Readers may draw different conclusions, but in personal journalism, the writer is paid for expressing his emotions-and even fiction is a vital form of human perception...
Visually, the Burton Faustus is a darkling carnival of skeletons, candles, caves and necromancy, tricked out with such cinematic hocus-pocus as action shots montaged into a skull's eye sock et and heartbeats lub-dubbed onto the sound track. There is even a bit of bor rowing here too: a film clip of the magnificent charge of the French knights at Agincourt from Olivier's Henry V inexplicably turns up, and it is easily the best thing in the movie...
When Simone de Beauvoir (The Second Sex) casts her cold, existentialist eye on the predicament of modern woman, the author emerges like a tough-minded, hardhearted Fransoise Sagan. Les Belles Images has sold over 100,000 copies in France for reasons that have nothing to do with the art of fiction. In its brief compass (long enough to irritate, short enough to finish between lunch and cocktails), the novel lambastes modern life, love, marriage and values with thoroughgoing cynicism. It is bound to have an insidious appeal: it can make a woman wallow in self-pity. The scene...