Word: husbanding
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Flea in Her Ear is an island of ferocious madcap in the art nouveau Paris of 1900. It is farce in the glorious tradition of farce, a cauldron of mistaking: the proper insurance broker husband, Victor-Emmanuel (Steve Kaplan) has a double who spends a besotted life waiting on the proprietor of the infamous Pretty Pussy hotel. The cleft-palleted innocent, Camille (Howard Cutler) is a well-juiced womanizer. Even the wife of the hotel manager is not the frowzy pile of heavy flesh she seems, for there was a time when she was served up nude on a silver...
...become as ritualized as a liturgy, right down to the devotion "to all the wonderful people who made this performance possible." So the audience is exhorted to applaud Mom and manager, composer and choreographer, gag writer and special-material arranger, the second violins and the third husband-just about everyone, in fact, except the plastic surgeon...
...singer named Lana Cantrell announced kiddingly, "I wrote all the music, and I made the dress myself." The same club is in for the same sort of happy jolt this week when another new comer, Marilyn Maye, breezes in and limits the tributes to her piano-accompanist husband, Sammy Tucker. "Stand up, honey," she usually says, "and let them see your fat little body." Their asides aside, Lana and Marilyn are old-fashioned do-it-yourself singers with an unmistakable message: a first-rate entertainer can do without the fancy trappings of the packaged big sell...
...seven years. A gifted musician, she can coo a dreamy The Lamp Is Low as well as belt out Bill Bailey or Cabaret with a rhythmic finesse that connoisseurs find rare in singers nowadays. There is virtually no style, in fact, that she does not command. With her husband's intricate piano work and the backing of drums and fender bass, her performance has put Kansas City back on the map for jazz lovers...
...Feeling So Sad, a film version of the Arthur Kopit play produced off Broadway in 1962, is supposed to be a comedy about momogamy in American life. The heroine, an overdecorated middle-aged man-eater (Rosalind Russell), arrives at a Caribbean resort with her nixed of kin: a husband (Jonathan Winters), dead for a decade, who hangs taxidermically immortalized on a coat hook in her clothes closet, and a son (Robert Morse), arguably alive, who at 25 still sucks his thumb and sleeps in a set of Dr. Denton drop-seat pajamas. Forbidden by Mamma to leave the suite...