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...Watson plays a game of golf with which Jack Nicklaus-and no one else-is familiar. These two can look at each other now and see where they are going and where they have been. In the 1977 British Open at Turnberry, Scotland, Nicklaus and Watson crossed a dark moor together and came out Watson and Nicklaus. To Jack's 68, 70, 65 and 66, Tom shot 68, 70, 65 and 65, erasing any doubts about whether his Masters victory that year was a fluke, and taking over as the best golfer in the world. Watson has been...
...enough love for the theater to resist their use in straight plays. "Vocal training is part of the craft, and it is up to the actor, not the soundman, to reach those people in the back row," adds James Earl Jones, who is doing just that as the jealous Moor in the current Broadway production of Othello. "You can project not just with volume, but with clarity and unexpected variations in rhythm. It all boils down to this: If you're going to amplify sound, why not have people stay at home and watch...
...different breed of cat is the star of A Dark Dark Tale (Dial; $8.95). Here the central role is taken by an unnamed black cat who once upon a time on a dark, dark moor takes a journey through a dark, dark wood to a dark, dark house, up dark, dark stairs . . . Ruth Brown's spooky read-aloud book pretends to be scarier than it is: even the youngest listener should be delighted by the punch line. The book's mysterious power is engendered by the illustrations of weed-choked gardens and abandoned, echoing halls, of mullioned windows...
...become honed, and his voice pierces effortlessly through the fog of general ignorance. He's pure enough at first to earn the epithet "honest": "Beware, my lord, of jealousy," he says firmly, and villain and councilor splendidly maege. When he cries out in solioquy that he will "enmesh" the Moor, Plummer squceezes himself into the most virile villain ever to singe a stage, a mad master of improvisation, and he rides this evergy,thrillingly, untill his objective is accomplished...
Plummer could overpower a strong Moor, but James Earl Jones is the most oddly recessive Othello imaginable, laurence Olivier once complained while rehearsing his own exhasting Othello that the part was all climaxes. Jones sadly pretends they don't exist, as if rising to one would obligate him to go for them all. He enters with great dignity, immense and unthreatening grandfatherly, a solemn Buddha. His words seem to wigh as much as he does--they come out undifferentiated, as if he'd learned them phonetically (tough this is preferable to his occasional bursts of temper, when he speaks swiftly...