Word: normans
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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There is no space here to describe more than a few of the iconic images which crowd the film: the old King's breath freezing in the chill sunlight of his vast hall, Hotspur's (Norman Rodway) peripatetic motion caught by a camera tracking in tight close-up, the gross Falstaff beside the cruelly emaciated Justice Shallow (Alan Webb), Doll Tearsheet (Jeanne Moreau) demonstrating how a tender and accomplished whore might satisfy an impossibly fat old patron. The Battle of Shrewsbury is simply the finest, truest, ugliest war footage ever shot and edited for a dramatic movie. Welles fills Falstaff...
...that we don't have the guards he kept here. That antique clock, this table, that desk over there--they all belonged to Ambassador Kennedy, too, when he owned the RKO chain." Yes, Ben Sack, having acquired a Kennedy theatre, went on to inhabit a Kennedy office. Why, Norman Podhoretz couldn't have done it any better...
...celebrates Janet's "nude unity of so many shades of cream and pink and lilac." But too often he mixes four-letter words with what Norman Mailer once called the "stale garlic" of his lyricism (the offense being not in the four-letter words but in the garlic). Occasionally, the garlic stands alone, as in Updike's description of a man and woman achieving climax: "So he did then travel through a palace of cloth and sliding stairways throughout the casket of perfume that
...vaguely funny article in last month's Holiday, Kahn described himself as a look-alike of Max Lerner if his hair is short, and a look-alike of Norman Mailer if his hair is long. He is a short man with a deep voice sometimes approaching a whisper. His features are cramped into the lower half of his face, leaving the upper half all forehead. When he interviewed me at dinner a few months ago, he smiled often, and his conversation was an anecdotal as his profile-writing. Keeping his notebook far over to the right of the table...
Long ago we marched to Washington and the Pentagon with Norman Mailer and Dr. Spock. And there was blood on our heads. And we sat. up all night on the steps. And we were alone. And long ago we sat down in Mallinckrodt Hall and held a little old man prisoner for hours and they put us on probation to please the Boston Globe. That was so long...