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...with peace." The endlessly zooming cyclists are part of the space race, and an unseen "General" has decreed that this race must go on and on. When he realizes this, Holbrook picks out a spectral home on the Milky Way. Playwright Wittlinger poses as a Pirandellphic oracle, but his hollow parable is less an adventure of the mind than an abject failure of nerve...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: The Murky Way | 10/27/1961 | See Source »

General della Rovere is a technically perfect movie, a marvel of skillful photography and acting. But its overall effect is nowhere near as moving as director Roberto Rossellini would have us believe, and at times it is hollow and dull...

Author: By Stephen C. Rogers, | Title: General della Rovere | 10/17/1961 | See Source »

Macario (Azteca). The Day of the Dead. All over Mexico, children are laughing and eating candy skulls. All over Mexico, Death is grinning and eating children. Through the village streets the peons carry La Muerte in sugar sculpture, larger than life. Through the land La Muerte strides, the hollow specter of starvation. It pauses at the hut of Macario the woodcutter (Ignacio Lopez Tarso). Six mouths to feed, and only a fistful of frijoles left. Bitterly, Macario cries aloud: "All my life I have been hungry-never once have I had enough to eat! Now I swear I will...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Dinner with Death | 10/13/1961 | See Source »

...composers-even his beloved Germans-he was less kind. On Haydn: "The feelings that he put into tone were [those of] a country pastor, a rather civilized stockbroker. When he wept it was the tears of a woman who has discovered another wrinkle." Tchaikovsky's music was "as hollow as a bull by an archbishop." Chopin reminded him of "two embalmers at work upon a minor poet," and Richard Strauss of "Old Home Week in Gomorrah...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Great American Goth | 9/29/1961 | See Source »

...just past midnight. The 300 guests have emerged from the gaily trimmed dining tents, and are now doing the cha cha cha on the wooden dance floor that covers part of the lawn. A champagne fountain burbles into the hollow-stem crystalware. The hostess snuggles her mink stole over her airy Howard Greer original. The host pats his cummerbund and stares expansively at his Thunderbird convertible in the drive. Then he surveys the whole scene and realizes that he is not the master of a blessed thing he surveys. The tents, the chairs, the band, the dance floor, the artificial...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Home: You-Rent-lt | 9/8/1961 | See Source »

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