Word: foppishness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...than it actually is. Some of their actors do some notable work. André Bishop is genuinely and broadly amusing as the Duke of York, while Robert Edgar almost manager to suggest substantial complexity in the role of Charles II. He manages a nice twist on the King's foppish manner, turning it on for public scenes and off in more private moments. As Monmouth himself, Timothy Clark works hard and reads intelligently (when he is given intelligent lines to read), but is unable to convey either age or weight. He, and Susan Yakutis, who performs more than creditably...
BEARDSLEY, by Stanley Weintraub. A splendid evocation of the life and times of the foppish young British artist whose decadent eccentricity and extraordinary style have today won him belated recognition as one of the most fabulous of all the Victorians...
BEARDSLEY, by Stanley Weintraub. A splendid evocation of the life and times of the foppish young British artist whose decadent eccentricity and extraordinary style have today won him belated recognition as one of the most fabulous of all the Victorians...
Aubrey Beardsley was so extravagantly foppish, so precious in his speech and so languid in his posturings that Oscar Wilde claimed him as his own invention. In fact, Beardsley had invented himself. He deliberately set out to create his reputation for decadent eccentricity, and his extraordinary style was a clear forerunner of art nouveau...
Those who go too far are generally female, though Eric House's foppish Tattle who always deals with women "who shall remain nameless" and Terrence Currier's shoutingly gruff sailor Ben "who wants a little polishing" have their share of slapstick hysterics. A few players like Dixie Dewitt's drunken Nurse are too raucous-voiced all along, but the general problem is not knowing when to stop. Miss Clayburgh and Mr. House's seduction scene has some deftly staged running around but the audience tires around the half-mile mark...