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...marks Director Richard Lester's second act of total surrealistic aggression against the homicidal excesses of the military. Lester turned everything upside down and used the war-movie genre to satirize itself in How I Won the War, but The Bed Sitting Room, which is funnier and more tightly controlled, makes How I Won look like a warm-up exercise. There has been no director of such prodigious comic invention since the halcyon days of Preston Sturges. Lester throws off sight gags and visual puns like some pyrotechnical pinwheel and molds character actors (Richardson, Roy Kinnear, the superb Michael...
...admit sex is great [July 11]! But when it hits you in the eye with belted monotony on the screen, in books, on the stage under the pretentious guise of the "new morality" (i.e., dressed-up smut) I find it quite tiresome. There's nothing funnier than a good dirty joke, and nothing flatter than a poor one. Seems to me, the plethora of poor ones going the rounds these days is all one hears. Who's laughing...
...five months or so the actors jockey for position in front of the submarine latrine, while a second camera keeps us informed of the submarine's depth." Still, Zebra get too much play in the issue (perhaps a wise MGM organized a theatre party foot the lads) and a funnier review by a knowledgeable colleague appeared in the pages of the very publication you now hold in your very hands...
...show stays well above a hackneyed combination of a dominating mother and fairy tale. The lines stay fresh onstage. Aggravain's "Remember, blood will tell and yours didn't tell us quite enough," said to a flunking wife-candidate, is a lot funnier under Josh Rubin's direction than it is in the libretto...
Powell's world is special, as special as Proust's. In Evelyn Waugh's much-quoted observation, Powell has even been rated Proust's equal-with the qualification that he is much funnier. All the best jokes are family jokes, and the British Establishment is one of the closest of all cultural families. One no more needs to be a member of it to relish Anthony Powell than one needs to be a French homosexual with aristocratic friends to enjoy Proust. Like the peculiar British fondness for cold toast, though, a taste for Powell...