Word: mannerized
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Sovereign? At first. Restaurateur Gustav Allgauer was breathing fire and brimstone and all manner of indignation, promising to "tell everything I know.'' Then, suddenly, he switched signals and wanted to know what all the fuss was about -meanwhile prudently surveying the $1.000,000 worth of damage with his insurance broker...
...Vice President's fifth foreign tour could no longer be a bland good-will mission in the manner of his round-the-world trip of 1953 or his visits to the Caribbean in 1955, the Far and Near East in 1956, Africa in 1957. The dividends instead would be the fair warning of Communist progress in Latin America and of the urgent need for U.S. attention, plus the admiration that Dick Nixon earned by his own show of calmness and courage...
Paradoxically, the chilling anger of The Visit springs from the fertile, unangry mind of a bulky (230 Ibs.), cigar-smoking Swiss burgher with the tastes of a bon vivant, the genial manner of a retired cook. Surrounded by his wife Lotti (once an actress), three children, four dogs and seven cats, 37-year-old Friedrich Düurren-matt churns out his bitter plays from a picture-postcard villa in the green woods overlooking Lake Neuchatel...
...lover of Shakespeare and Greek drama, Düurrenmatt regards himself as a cynical realist, but adds: "I am not one of those who have lost all hope. Cynicism does not mean bitterness. If a situation is described in a cruel manner, it does not necessarily mean the author is bitter...
...Everything personally intense and imaginative has vanished; something crucial-the time element that shapes crises and aids credibility-has been destroyed. For an act, as the emotional furniture is set in place in Designer Ben Edwards' gloomy, fan-vaulted hall, Eric Portman-playing Rochester in the manner of a wholly masculine Tallulah Bankhead-wards off collapse. But Jan Brooks is never Jane. Adapter Hartford's hand is never skilled, and things more and more creak till what goes up, quite melodramatically in smoke, is not so much Thornfield Hall as a mass of theatrical deadwood...