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Lute, Flute, Lyre, and Sackbut is one of the least sophisticated shows ever put on at Harvard. And in a community where the standard fare is often overly scholastic and unduly pretentious, this might be viewed as welcome relief. But it should not be; there is a middle ground between boring everyone stiff and pandering to the least common denominator of intelligence that Lute, Flute has not found...
...Lute, Flute is not all bad. The opening number, "Lute, Flute, Lyre, and Sackbut," is the best piece of music in the show, and the second scene, a Harvard-Radcliffe dispute between Fran Blakeslee and Morey, contains some extremely clever lyrics. (Unfortunately, the next four scenes are the revue's worst.) The last scene in Act I--a spoof of Gordon Linden--and the three numbers at the end of the show are also successful. "Paradise Permanently Lost," in which an American an Italian, and a Swede try to make a movie out of Milton's work, is particularly fine...
Lute, Flute, Lyre, and Sackbut is a pleasant way to spend an evening, but it is also frustrating, because it could be so much better than it is. If Mr. Morey and Mr. Paul had tried to infuse all the scenes with songs as melodious as the title tune, and with lyrics as scintillating as those in the second number, they would have produced a fine piece of work. But by taking the easy way out, they have created only a big fat fluffball...
...score only as background music. But Fanny never makes the weight: all chance for the love story to be intimate and believable is lost at the outset. Part of the trouble is that the color camera is an awkward renderer of wry legends; it is a sousaphone, not a lyre. Another part is on-location filming-Logan paid too much attention to the location. As the movie begins, the camera swoops down for an aerial view of the blue, cluttered, ever-so-quaint Marseilles harbor. From that point the viewer is a tourist, charmed by the view, worried about losing...
...taught me," says Camus, "that the heart beats to the vibrations of the sevenstringed lyre of Orpheus, representing the seven planets. The vibrations are vital." With Camus' wife, the master was killed during World War II. Camus today will not even reveal his name, but includes an aging "master figure" in each of his films (the present one is an old Negro he came upon in Bahia...