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...lyrics look overly moralistic and underly lyrical: "A new generation is now on the scene . . . standing for right, demanding fair play for everyone." But combined with a beat that bounces all the way from Broadway to Brazil, the song becomes a pure case of the moral the merrier...
...Portnoy makes his most strenuous escape attempt with the aid of the Monkey, a hypererotic fashion model from the impoverished hills of West Virginia who is the fulfillment of Portnoy's steamiest adolescent sex fantasies. The Monkey business ends in a frenzied bedroom burlesque in Rome, made the merrier by the participation of an Italian prostitute. Comments Portnoy: "I can best describe the state I sub sequently entered as one of unrelieved busy-ness." But instead of solving his problem, the Monkey is just another source of shame. She wants Alex's social respectability while he is interested...
...sequential logic of permissiveness to anarchy to tyranny may be questioned and is a trifle too methodical, but it is far merrier than the plotline suggests. Mrozek has a playful, astringent intelligence and a vision deeply colored by the theater of the absurd. One delightful sequence has Arthur trying to goad his father into surprising his wife in her lover's arms, while the father theorizes why he should not. Unfortunately, stilted direction robs this off-Broadway production of rightful humor, and the actors seem to admire the play without enjoying it. The translation into English is somewhat awkward...
...them up. The problem is not thinking them up. I am compiling a volume of masterpieces that TIME has not run, entitled The Greatest Story Never Told. The villains are the editors, the heroes us. In the meantime, I plead guilty to the following: in Casablanca, the Moor the merrier; at the Berlin Wall, the best things in life are flee; Adenauer is der Alter Ego; and Khrushchev was the Vulgar Boatman...
...stomps his feet to the rhythm of a song, darts to the piano to hammer out a few chords, hangs his chin on an accompanist's shoulder in a quest for greater intensity, even strolls out into the audience to invite a sing-along during some of the merrier numbers. Spotlighted in shameless mauves and chartreuses, caressing the microphone, pushing his husky voice from tenderness to remorse to rage, Becaud makes it seem that singing about love may be the world's oldest profession...