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This was it...I only hoped it would work. Little droplets of perspiration broke out on my forehead, ran down my neck and made it to the outside. Did I try to stop them? Nah. That's the kind of guy I am. I opened my mouth to yell out. "Telephone...
During the last of many curtain calls last weekend, I watched Sam Levine bend down to kiss Eva Le Gallienne's hand. As he did, she leaned forward and lightly kissed his forehead--a gesture which seemed inadvertently to sum up all the grace and charm of Burry Fredrik and Sally Sear's production of The Royal Family. At the bottom of the first page of the Playbill it says, "The Kennedy Center--Xerox Corporation American Bicentennial Production." I still don't know what that means, but if it means that we have 1976 to thank for bringing this show...
...beginning Mary exiles Hemingway from her book-for 93 pages-while she details her childhood in Minnesota, her first two marriages and her decade and a half of journalistic exploits. In an "I-was-somebody-too" tone she relates how Lord Beaverbrook gave her a dry kiss on the forehead and tried to persuade her to accompany him on a trip up the Nile; how she talked her way into Neville Chamberlain's suite in Munich (the toilet paper was pink, the wallpaper was blue...
Barber does not scoff at any detail. He believes everything about a man is revealing-the veins in his forehead, his eyelids, his hands, his body language. This week Barber is pondering how inspiring, articulate, wordy, clever, devious, plain-spoken and hesitant each man emerged. Most important to Barber is how the substance of what Ford and Carter said relates to their pasts. What Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter promise for America is apt to evolve in some proportion to how firmly these ideas are rooted in their lives...
...with the point of his third baton. Blood poured down into his right eye, dripping onto the score and music desk. Onstage, Count Almaviva was alone, plotting revenge against his uppity manservant, Figaro. Solti went on beating time with his right hand and sopping up the blood from his forehead and eye with a handkerchief in the left. "It was like a butcher shop," he said later, with characteristic bluntness...