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...passion: personally blasting a larger-than-Rushmore likeness of Chief Crazy Horse out of a South Dakota mountain. A fortune from manufacturing has liberated Oklahoma's John Zink, a Hemingwayesque character who thrives in feudal splendor on a 10,000-acre ranch near Tulsa. Zink used to greet guests by firing a revolver into the beams of his baronial office, but stopped doing so when a ricochet almost hit his secretary. One night, when a Supreme Court Justice came to visit, Zink released a coon and a pack of hounds in the middle of dinner. Another original is Seattle...
...everyone had broken so completely with his past. It was not known how many married men were among us, until the wife of almost everyone appeared on the scene during the last week in Venice. One man did greet his with unfeigned ardor. "Props" man was eager to return with her to his English home. Together, skillfully, painstakingly, they would pull up their floors, demolish the walls and the roof. Every year they made this house yield new halls and secret passageways, new skylights and new rooms. It was the best "set" of all, infinitely plastic to their desires...
...Lion in Winter has some clever dialogue ("You're like a democratic drawbridge, going down for everyone"--"At my age, there isn't much traffic.") It occasionally has some clever shots (Henry II kicks aside dogs and chickens to formally greet the King of France.) It even has some clever acting. The problem is, the film has no purpose. A movie like this, a cultural spectacular, with respected stars, cleaning up Oscars as it no doubt will, ought to have some reason for being done. The Lion in Winter just brings to mind James Thurber's epigram: "The world...
...newsroom in the paper's aged building has been cleaned, and an unusually large stock of beer has been put on ice to greet the arrivals, a usually reliable source said yesterday...
...America's burgeoning violence and shrinking mythology. Cry Baby Cry demonstrates anew the Beatles' knack for rendering an Alice-in-Wonderland vision in a melancholy modern vein. Dear Prudence superimposes Indian-style drones and swooping tones on childlike lyrics ("Won't you come out to play . . . greet the brand-new day"). It adds up to an invitation to love, to hope, to feel "part of everything...