Word: moone
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Hall of Fame (NBC, 8:30-10 p.m.). The Teahouse of the August Moon with David Wayne, Paul Ford, and John Forsythe of the original Broadway cast. Also Miyoshi Umeki...
...space exploration got a setback last week when the $10 million, gold-and chrome-plated Ranger V moon probe ran out of electric power before it neared the moon. The launch was perfect, but the spacecraft's solar-powered electric system did not deliver the necessary juice. After 8 hr. 44 min. of flight, Ranger V went dead. Though it may pass close to its target, it will be able to make no observations. Ten more Rangers are scheduled for the vital duty of exploring the moon by instrument before men try to land there...
...Granadan village into an even more primitive lump than it actually is, Lorca wanted to fill his stage with constricting unreality: characters talk to each other in indirect but elemental metaphors, and one character, Death as a beggar-woman, actually exists as such a metaphor. Even the Moon comes on to make a speech. The simple trouble is that like nearly all rural tragedy Blood Wedding is the sort of melodrama into which actors are reluctant to empty their energies, and that therefore strikes audiences as faintly embarrassing vulgarity...
...blood. Your grandfather left a son on every corner. That's what I like. Men, men; wheat, wheat." Yes; but it must be imposing, and she is as ineffectual as her son (Stephen Gehlbach). The production does not in fact begin to move until the third act, when the Moon (Jere Whiting) completely takes over from the director. "I want no shadows," he intones, "My rays must get in everywhere, even among the dark trunks I want the whisper of gleaming lights, so that this night there will be sweet blood for my cheeks..." It is a revelation. The other...
Haunted Tanks. His reputation as an actor grew almost as fast as his reputation as a loudmouthed roisterer. He drank hard. "I like to make things hum," he says. "I like to shout at the sun and spit at the moon." He had his nose sharpened by a plastic surgeon. His opinions did not need sharpening. He has often refused TV work, not wanting to swim in "the haunted fish tanks." He describes theater folk as "messy, sloppy, opinionated people, and if you can't stand them, you should go off and write slim volumes of poetry...