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...Beck Group now quickly marches in, Mick Waller at the drums, Jeff Beck prophetically brandishing his guitar. The singer Rod Stewart in burnt sienna flush velours pants that fit tight, an ornate silver cross hanging from his neck, has slender features and a bouffant hair-do and an impish grin. Ron Wood, on bass guitar, stakes out his area and the music flares like a newly struck match. Stewart sings "Rock me baby/Keep-on-rocking-me-baby/ Rock me all night long." Then slowly the lead guitar begins to mold the frantic throbbing sound and it becomes clear that Jeff Beck, ex-Yardbirds...
...long expected to succeed Meany as top man. But over the years it became clear that George, who deplores Reuther's social activism, had no intention of giving way to Walter. "The only thing I've done against him," says the 73-year-old Meany with a grin, "is that I stayed alive...
THIS critical pecking precedes a confession that this reviewer sat through Demoiselles with a happy idiot grin on his face, intensely pleased to watch beautiful people gaze at one another and sing lines like, "Mais tu es merveilleuse," and "Son profil est celui de ces vierges mythiques qui hantent les musees et les adolescents." Michel Legrand's music (never absent--like Cherbourg, the film is entirely sung) makes much use of half a dozen excellent themes; a ridiculously Rachmanioffy piano concerto and the chanson de Maxence are particularly memorable. Demy's lyrics simple and direct ("Estelle loin...
...sophisticated film-making. Michel Piccoli and Danielle Darrieux, two of France's greatest screen stars, walk through their parts with characteristic skill, and Darieux, unlike the rest of the cast, does her own singing. Gene Kelly, his face frozen in its 1953 Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer grin, is wonderfully, incredibly, exciting to watch in action. Deneuve and Dorleac as twins ("toutes deux demoiselles, ayant eu des amants tres tot") reflect the joy with which Demy exercises the cinema's glorious potential to permanently trap on celluloid supremely magnificent women...
...funny way of showing it. In one of his cartoons, Rocky is pictured up in some squalid attic dolefully examining a pair of track shoes: To run or not to run? That is the question. In another cartoon, he is portrayed as a fox with a lopsided grin on his face nonchalantly padding up to Dick Nixon, who is seated smugly on a nag surrounded by a pack of dogs...