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Word: lazaruses (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...RECENT SOLO WORK Lazarus, which followed the unexceptional Swan Lake, was nothing less than awesome. From the moment Tony Catanzaro's Lazarus emerged from the yellow light of the tomb, crouched like some deformed insect, the struggle of form against space and life against death riveted the audience. Catanzaro used his considerable physical power to convey an intense emotional compression, and as the dance toiled upward from the ground he grappled with space as though the very air around him were thick with death...

Author: By Jurretta J. Heckscher, | Title: Etheriality vs. the Senses | 11/15/1977 | See Source »

...comes to pumping life into his historical props. An overripe description of the Statue of Liberty, for example, ends with the line, "Across the water, there was the mass of buildings on the battery, but the lady of liberty was something else." It is a long way from Emma Lazarus' New York to Howard Fast's Beverly Hills, where descendants of immigrants cater to huddled masses yearning for TV. -R.Z. Sheppard

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Reds to Riches | 11/7/1977 | See Source »

...then Chabrol destroys what little credibility Dirty Hands has left. Having led the viewer to believe that Schneider's paramour--and not her husband--had been murdered through a cunning substitution of bodies made by Steiger, the story now repeats the Lazarus twist and brings the wife-stealer back to life, even giving him some of the very same lines uttered by Steiger after his re-emergence. In place of the promised "erotic thriller," you see only farce tinged with a certain arrogance as to what an audience will swallow...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Whose Hands Are Dirty? | 10/5/1977 | See Source »

After his early-morning Lazarus imitation, Rafto returned, still somewhat pained, from the squad's morning run, and 11-mile, 68-minute affair. Seconds later, the rest of the runners filed into the cabin behind him. Within a minute, the pants and grimaces had turned to smiles. In one corner, Eichner was bellyaching about McCurdy's hot air, in another, McNulty was comically relating the plot of a TV movie he had watched the night before. As the aches subsided, one-liners began to fill the room again, and you knew that Harvard cross-country was in good shape...

Author: By John Donley, | Title: On Your Mark... | 9/16/1977 | See Source »

They are named Phantom Flasher, Lazarus, The Red Onion, Chiquita Vanana, Vandal and such. They ride high and graceless, as always, but now their boxy bodies cry out for attention with garish designs and obstreperous Pap art: frontier scenes, Hawaii schlock, seascapes, erotic mush. Even one-the specimen, say, that flashes nude girls in and out of view with Op-artful magic-can pop the eyeballs. When large numbers heave into sight, zooming along the road in a spaced-out phantasmagoria of a caravan, they can set the innocent motorist to gaping and muttering, "What is going on here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Essay: There's No Madness Like Nomadness | 9/5/1977 | See Source »

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