Word: moralisms
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Ground Rules for Telling Lies" [April 3]. Could it be possible that only now Americans have begun to tell lies daily? Do you mean it took 400 years before the paradisiacal garden of the New World was besmudged by deceit and political corruption? Is it a display of great moral intelligence to arrive at the conclusion that we should lie less often...
Furthermore, Dunlop, who has a nimble intelligence and no inconsiderable gifts in stagecraft, seems either to have missed or ignored the moral point of the play. Rome is at the flash point at which a republic blazes into tyranny. Into the crucible of history, the conspirators, and especially Brutus, pour the proposition that evil means (the assassination of Caesar) justify good ends (the preservation of the citizens' freedom). And history, time and time again, has verified the answer proffered by the play: the ends never justify the means; the means degrade and become the ends...
Brutus is the moral core of the play, a bit of a standoffish prig, perhaps, but still unstainably idealistic. In Rene Auberjonois's handling he is merely sweatily fretful, like someone who has just received word that he is up for an IRS audit. When it comes to the lean and hungry Cassius, Richard Dreyfuss looks like someone who makes substantial midnight raids on the fridge. More pertinently, he appears as the soul of sanity, a jarringly implausible refutation of the qualities of envy, thwarted ambition and deviousness that are an intrinsic part of Cassius' makeup...
Richard M. Hunt, senior lecturer on Social Studies and the instructor of Social Sciences 162, "Moral Dilemmas in a Repressive Society--Nazi Germany," applauded the series for its "sensitive, moving performances," although he questioned the "exaggerated passivity of the Jews." Most of his students reacted favorably to the show, Hunt said...
...people in general. Small girl, repulsively well-scrubbed, trips off to dance class. Glitteringly costumed dancers enter to whir through various routines like wind-up toys. Small girl joins them, they acclaim her: fantasy fulfilled. Suddenly, hints of menace. Small girl is abandoned. Bunny dancer/mother rocks her to sleep. Moral: something about not getting carried away by choreography, it may be quite good: you couldn't tell from the derivative Broadway hodge-podge exhibited here...