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Seeing Shenandoah is like riffling through a 30-year-old scrapbook of the U.S. musical theater. Here is a Rodgers and Hammerstein type of show, though it conspicuously lacks the abundant gifts of R & H. Here are the stomping, thigh-slapping, open-air dances styled in the mode of Agnes de Mille. Here are the strong, silent heroes who conquered the land, together with their deferential but spunky helpmeets, whose chief tasks were to bear children and get the vittles on the table. It is all sentimentally endearing, and it marks one giant step backward for the American musical...
...elegant business simply takes off on a dazzling trajectory, from turn-of-the-century New Orleans and the Basin Street Blues through World War I, the '20s, the Depression and on and on. It is an anthology of Cohan and Gershwin and Lehar and Rodgers and Hart and Hammerstein and Bernstein and seemingly a few hundred others. Every number is a jew el from the national treasury...
Nearly 30 years have passed since Dana Andrews pursued Jeanne Grain across the Des Moines fairground to the accompanying strains of Rodgers and Hammerstein. Andrews is a grandfather by now, and Jeanne Grain makes the rounds of TV talk shows, but the state fairs of the Midwest remain almost immutable. From Des Moines, TIME'S David Wood reports on this year's extravaganza...
WEDNESDAY: South Pacific. (1958) I first saw this stinker at the age of six. I 'hated it then and I most likely still would if I watched it again. Mitzi Gaynor and Rossano Brazzi sing the kind of Rodgers & Hammerstein music that makes you wish you were watching the Red Sox and Tigers on channel 4. CH.5. 8 p.m. Color. 3 hrs. Last of the Mohicans. (1963) An intriguing reversal of the American habit of casting white Midwesterners as Indians and foreigners provides about all the entertainment in this Mexican stab at Fenimore Cooper's Leatherstocking classic. Starring Jose Marco...
Touches of Splendor. Even Elizabeth's formal appearances have become more informal. They are more likely to be marked by the strains of something hummable from Rodgers and Hammerstein than by flourishes of trumpets. The investiture of knighthoods, for instance, still takes place in the gilded ballroom of Buckingham Palace, with its enormous mirrors and rows of chandeliers. But two weeks ago, as the Queen tapped the sword on each shoulder of an honored subject kneeling before her, the band implausibly played June Is Bustin' Out All Over...