Word: mane
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...lecture interspersed with picture slides. On cue, a cavalcade of people troop across the stage; samurai and sailors, fishermen and merchants, ladies of pleasure and constant wives, a wax puppet of an emperor and a Perry (Haruki Fujimoto) who stomps out a "lion dance" with his long white mane flailing the air. Pacific Overtures swallows them all like...
...holding a crossbow, eight busts of Benjamin Franklin, 23 plaques of Robert Louis Stevenson, 20 lions crushing 20 serpents--they all seem redundant, somehow. They are not; each sculpture is in some way different from its partner. But they differ in very subtle ways--in the lie of the mane on the lion's neck, in the direction Franklin happens to be looking. Jeanne Wasserman and the staff of the Fogg set up this exhibit to explore these changes; a very well-trained eye is necessary to find them...
...Anastasia, Natalia Bessmertnova-one of the most lyrical ballerinas in the world-has little to do but flutter her graceful arms and look demure. The only multidimensional character is Ivan, a role danced at the premiere by Yuri Vladimirov. An extraordinarily lithe actor with a frazzled mane and long simian arms, Vladimirov in his mad scenes looked oddly like a bemused orangutan who had suddenly been set loose from a zoo. That effect was heightened in the ballet's unintentionally ludicrous climax, when the paranoid Czar, hopelessly entangled among bell ropes, dangles above a crowd of foot-stomping peasants...
...been in prison (14 years in all) or in exile. The rest of the time he lurked in a shadowy, hotly pursued underground movement. Even so, Alvaro Cunhal, 61, secretary-general of the Portuguese Communist Party, is surprisingly well known. A brilliant lawyer with blazing black eyes and a mane of thick silver hair, he returned from Eastern Europe to a tumultuous red-banner welcome only a few days after the April 1974 revolution that toppled the old right-wing dictatorship. Since then, with his debonair good looks, smooth manner and legendary reputation as a dedicated Communist opponent...
Looking at France's Maurice Andre, 41, one might guess that he possesses the puff but hardly the poetry to be the reigning prince of Baroque trumpet music. Standing 5 ft. 7 in., weighing in at 220 Ibs., shaggy of mane, void of visible intellectuality, he looks like a Paris taxi driver who has just won the Irish Sweepstakes. He bubbles. He bounces. He loves American beer. Above all, he credits his eminence in a rarified field not necessarily to years of scholarship, not to a preternatural kinship with the shades of Telemann and Tartini, but to the four...