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...into sobs. Touchingly needful of his wife, who refuses to choose between the two men, the dentist puts an unconventional proposal to the lover: a kind of manger à trois, dinner together every week plus adulterous vacation privileges during dentists' conventions. To the wife's almost indecent glow of relief, the outmaneuvered lover agrees to play...
...Homer and the Sappho are routine, and the randy-romantic Villon ploddingly pedestrian ("Oh where is last year's snow?"). The quiet golden glow of Leopardi's L'infinito, one of the supreme sonnets in all literature, is messily extinguished; the wild-strawberry innocence of Hebel's Sic Transit acquires a chemical tang of quick-frozen fruitiness; and the fine dandiacal glitter of the Baudelaires is spotted with phraseological mudballs-"this obscene beast," for instance, is scarcely a felicitous rendition of "ce monstre délicat...
...apparently on the theory that only girls are nice enough to be angels: he fancy-pants around with his camera in a ludicrous gilt-plaster palace that looks as if it were made of baroque-candy; and he ever-so-reverently overdresses his hovel scenes till they gloom and glow like cheap reproductions of Murillo...
...mantis. There is J.B.'s mistress, Hedy La Rue (Virginia Martin), a carrot-topped vixen with a 14-karat heart. And there is the mating-call girl, played by raven-haired Bonnie Scott, who is all ready to be an office widow in the suburbs, "basking in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect," even before she becomes an office wife...
Nevertheless, by sheer theatrical intensity, the film transcends its specious materials. Under Robert Wise's driving direction, its set pieces are socko and incessant. Natalie Wood has the right dark glow as the Latin heroine; Richard Beymer is winsome as the hero, and as a tan teen Tybalt and a nubile Nurse of anything but the usual Shakespearance, George Chakiris and Rita Moreno are strikingly slummy. On-screen as onstage, Stephen Sondheim's lyrics sting like a tongueful of tamales. Leonard Bernstein's music, as usual spinelessly eclectic, fails (as the whole film fails) to merge...