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LOVES OF A BLONDE, the outstanding hit of this year's New York Film Festival, is a delightful Czech comedy written and directed by 34-year-old Miloś Forman. Slight but abrim with humorous insights, Blonde observes what happens when a pudding-faced pretty from a small town succumbs to a callow young piano player and follows him to his home in Prague...
...Police Department, which had, after all, assigned 400 men per stick of dynamite, was probably a little embarrassed by the outcome of the raids, but that did not match SNCC's embarrassment at the publicity. James Forman, SNCC national director, came into town immediately. He charged -- accurately -- that the police had, without evidence, given the impression that the dynamite plot was a SNCC conspiracy. Forman also charged -- perhaps less accurately -- that Rizzo had planted the dynamite himself...
Loves of a Blonde is a boy-meets-girl comedy so fresh and unassuming that 34-year-old Writer-Director Miles Forman appears to have put it together without quite realizing the strength of his perceptions. The seeming simplicity conceals extraordinary skill: Forman observes small human aspirations very precisely, then borrows the style of a documentary to carve out a comic slice of life in swift, easy strokes...
...Forman strews this commonplace tale with insights that are compassionate, painfully true, and almost continually beguiling. Instead of jokes, there is abundant, honest humor, erupting spontaneously in a dance-hall sequence that pits the man-hungry girls against a trio of loutish army Lotharios. One furtively removes his wedding ring, only to see it go spinning crazily off among the dancing feet. In an endearing seduction scene that avoids nearly every nudenik movie cliché, the shy blonde hasn't a stitch on by the time she reproachfully tells her playboy-pianist: "I don't trust...
Using nonprofessional actors in all but the principal roles, Forman has collected a gallery of picture-perfect types. They not only look right; they smash the formulas of sex comedy. They sleep through situations that usually call for sobby sentiment, squabble when they should be snoring, sulk when they should be squirming. Altogether human, thus seething with quirky surprises, they satisfy the primal need of festivalgoers who forever sit down in darkness hoping that small miracles may come to light...