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...lounged too long with his inferiors. His delivery of the Queen Mab speech is a masterpiece of abstracted art. Teetering on madness, he spouts the words as if emerging from a lifelong nightmare. Zeffirelli, however, seems to have had better luck in casting youth than age. Pat Heywood's Nurse is a cockney caricature. And Milo O'Shea's Friar Laurence is a characterization lost somewhere in the middle distance, not deeply enough involved with the lovers nor sufficiently removed to act as a chorus of comment...
...imperious editor, and to take over the editorial page when Walter Lippmann was away. It was, he says, an impossible job, but he cherishes his years at The World more than any others in his long career. He found constant stimulation in working with such World staffers as Heywood Broun, Maxwell Anderson and Franklin P. Adams. "Never," he writes, "was a more fascinating and gifted company assembled" by any newspaper anywhere. Nor, perhaps, was a more inveterately awful group of punsters ever assembled. During a discussion of German poets, for example, Krock recalls that Swope asked his editors...
Fresh out of Swarthmore, where he was a Phi Beta Kappa and a terror on the badminton court, Heywood Hale Broun had visions of being "the lovable English professor, the fascinating don, the teacher whose lectures are better than a show...
Instead, setting a life pattern, he drifted between such random diversions as studying Serbo-Croatian and founding a record company to preserve the music of early New Orleans jazzmen. Inevitably, as the son of the late syndicated columnist Heywood Broun, he became a sportswriter "with a crust of adjectives as thick as barnacles on a pearling lugger."* Then, at 30, bored with the "non-Aristotelian inevitability of August doubleheaders," he decided to take a fling at acting. "I brought to the stage," he recalls, "a keen sense of Thackeray, Dickens and Trollope-and none of Stanislavski...
Paul's courtship catalyzes the lesbian relationship between the two girls, and for a while the triangle is a well-established and valid dramatic situation. But the creaky, mechanical ending (for which Lawrence deserves the blame) is a culpable copout. The actors deserve better. Anne Heywood, despite her non-derangeable makeup, is suitably tense and sensual, while Keir Dullea at least looks remarkably like a fox in a henhouse. And Sandy Dennis makes the neurotic Jill fully as enraging and pathetic as she should...