Word: madly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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GRACE!" Her Grace knocks back the brandy and then with a small mad leer of bliss sits marinating mindlessly. "Flying is a most peculiar experience," she muses. "First they tie you to your seat and say you are going to go. Then they untie you and say you are not going to go. Hah! You'd never catch the Queen Mary behaving like that!" After Rutherford, Burton and Taylor hardly seem worth watching. But Rod Taylor holds his own pretty well...
...animal-like man was tearing away at a hunk of meat. Suddenly Ghoulardi's head popped into the picture, saying, "Cool it. Don't eat that stuff. I'll take you around the corner and get you a good pizza." Zow. In another film, a mad scientist had turned a group of people into micromidgets. "What do you want?" said the scientist to the grumbling group. Ghoulardi, superimposed in miniature, raised his hand and said, "The men's room...
...spite of the tatic nature of most of his role, Herlihy made clear one mutation, when, in the face of Davies' increasing demands, he asserted himself. Of the three, Herlihy's performance was the most striking; mad roles are usually strong, but Herlihy captured the muscular slackness, wandering eyes, broken sentences, and general indirection of some real schizophrenics with astonishing exactitude. It is very unfortunate that he has been obliged to leave the play in the middle of its run; his replacement, Paul Benedict, will have a hard time filling the role as well...
...prizewinning travel book, An American in Italy, has come home to write a satire about America. So much contact with Roman antiquities has convinced Herbert Kubly that America is also ripe for a fall. The yahoos have taken over, free speech is stifled, the kids are sex-mad. It is an "informers' land," says one character who is supposed to speak the plain, unvarnished truth. "We're a species of children, rather nasty children, tattling on one another, playing with our toys of microphones and wire taps...
...satirists are sometimes at a loss to find a really big fat Establishment to skewer. The American college, Big Business, Suburbia and Madison Avenue may still make young men angry, but who is mad at the Episcopal Church? It is not even, like its parent body within the Anglican Communion, Established. Paris Leary, a 32-year-old poet, has rashly ignored all of these considerations in a first novel that invites the reader to share his evident hilarity at High Anglican priests, parishioners and monks at a small college town in upstate New York...