Word: loving
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Cavada Humphrey, an excellent and versatile actress, gives us Blanche as Mr. Rabb describes her but hardly as Mr. Williams does. She is vulnerable all right, but there is no love or tenderness in this Blanche. A dimension has been omitted. What should be a woman desperate for love, protection, and security is merely a woman desperate for sex. As conceived by Mr. Rabb, it is difficult to imagine Blanche's remaining faithful even to Mitch, her Rosenkavalier, the man she wants so desperately to marry...
...triumph, but rather an extended sort of fertility rite. "Procreative power" without some sort of intellectual substantiation does not make an exciting theatre, I'm afraid. Mr. Rabb has captured much of the fire, horror, an virility of Streetcar; but he has missed the tenderness, the beauty, and the love that give the play dimension and stature...
...look like nothing worse than Alan Ladd with eyebrows. "Don't ever think for an instant," Sister Luke is warned, "that your habit will protect you." After teasing this tedious notion about for the better part of an hour, the script clumsily returns to its proper theme: love of God v. love of mankind...
...whole. Author de Lima's narrative offers more tricks than treats. She raises the question of artist v. society, love v. vocation, honor v. survival, but her hero is not big enough to embody these dilemmas. His conscience is not so much troubled as missing. Still, her book is a feast of the visual imagination. Herself the wife of a painter, she stipples Praise with vivid vignettes. And when it comes to dialogue, her ear is as good as her eye. Author de Lima raises a storm, all right, even if it is only a tempest in an espresso...
They are, and it is just as well, If the little monsters were to breed, perhaps with the four-headed puns of Peter (The Tunnel of Love) De Vries, the printed word might never be the same. Still, considering the general run of summer fiction, Wallach's fable is funny enough. He tells of a soulful young swimming-pool salesman who leaves Manhattan because "inside stuffy little apartments a million parakeets mess up their cages and refuse to say an intelligent word"-a conception subtle with the flavor of Zen-Zen, the West Coast's cultural mouthwash...