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Music by JEROME KERN Book by GUY BOLTON Lyrics by SCHUYLER GREENE
Threescore years ago, Jerome Kern and Guy Bolton brought forth on Broadway a thoroughly beguiling musical. It retains all of its charm, innocence and naughty-nice merriment in the current David Merrick revival. Theatrically, 1915 must have been a very good year if it produced shows like Very Good Eddie...
...film mellow twice over. We sit at tables, taste tea and Baby Watson cheesecake, and talk sibilantly. The films are shorts and perhaps have a tendency to subside into vignette. But it is certainly much easier to accept a short than a feature-length film at face value, to kern a message, to retain one final sentiment. Because of this, a well-arranged succession of short takes has as much or more potential than a full-length film for establishing a coherent flowing image. And Off The Wall has put together ten shorts that flow into an undiluted visual delight...
...confront the UFW on a golf cart with dollars signs painted on the sides and front, you suddenly remember that he put those dollar signs there--not a director. Fighting for Our Lives is filled with moments like that. No one had to hire extras to play sheriffs in Kern and Tulare counties; they were out there in the fields clubbing down farm workers on orders from the growers. And the Teamster scabs weren't reading from a script when they stood across from the picketlines to taunt the strikers, calling them "commies" and "freeloaders." As in all documentaries...
Finally the momentum of violence and the logic of events results in the death of Nagi Daiffulah, an Arab worker and UFW member who was clubbed to death by a Kern county deputy. One day later, Juan De La Cruz, a 60-year-old striker who had been with the union from its beginning, was shot through the heart by a strikebreaker. Pearey follows Juan's wake and funeral, showing the casket draped in a black flag with the red UFW eagle carried down miles of dusty roads past the fields he struggled for. Mourners stretch far down the road...