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Black Orpheus (Dispatfilm-Gemma; Lopert) is perhaps the most impressive can of film so far cast up on U.S. shores by the New Wave (La Nouvelle Vague) of creation that has swept across the French movie industry. It is an amazing creation. The picture was made by Marcel Camus,* a 47-year-old assistant to some of France's top directors. In 1957 he found an adaptation of the Orpheus legend by a Brazilian poet and playwright named Vinicius de Moraes (TIME, Nov. 19, 1956), and for the hell of it he used the wildly poetic mountains around...
They loved it. The Cheaters, a fairly daring film about les blousons noirs (the black jackets, as the French call their juvenile delinquents), was made on the cheap by an oldtimer named Marcel Carne (Children of Paradise), and it became one of the biggest hits of 1958. It was followed by another low-cost smash called The Lovers, directed by Louis Malle, 27. Suddenly, the New Wave was rolling, and on the crest of it dozens of ambitious young cinéastes went surfboarding to success. In the past twelve months, according to the French Film Office, at least...
Bach: The Brandenburg Concertos (Baroque Ensemble of Stuttgart, conducted by Marcel Couraud; Columbia, 2 LPs). Six concertos, each for a different combination of instruments (including horns, oboes, bassoons, flutes, double bass), and each giving an ample showing of Bach's inventiveness and variety which range from dainty to dynamic, once again make clear why Bach is undisputed master of the baroque style...
Bucolic Charm. Mama Proust called little Marcel "mon petit loup," but far from being wolflike, he was a Little Lord Fauntleroy who threw temper tantrums and suffered from asthma. Much of Proust's boyhood had bucolic charm. At Illiers (Combray in the novel), Dr. Proust's home town, the family romped along the hawthorn hedges of the Méréglise Way (later Swann's Way) or ambled along a winding river (later the Guermantes Way). On the lawns of the Champs Elysées, the 14-year-old played at prisoner's base...
...Marcel Proust was all but ready to retreat to his cork-lined room himself. His father died of a stroke in 1930s, and his mother had less than two years to live. Proust had been dismissed by the critics as "one of those pretty little society boys who've managed to get themselves pregnant with literature." In the next 17 years, puffing at antiasthma cigarettes and doping himself with Trional and morphine, he would salvage 34 years of wasted time with a masterpiece...