Word: ophelia
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...like watching Minnie Mouse play Ophelia-brilliantly. Nobody could believe that Ann-Margret, the Swedish meatball, the female Troy Donahue, the 30-year-old high school cheerleader from Wilmette, Ill., was actually acting. But in Mike Nichols' Carnal Knowledge (TIME, July 5), playing the billowy milkbed the hero frolics on, she opposed Jack Nicholson's grim portrait of a swordless swordsman with a rich and touching study of what happens to a woman when her man won't let her be one. Her work deserved and got the sort of reviews that could win a girl...
Owls by John Sparks and Tony Soper. 206 pages. Taplinger. $5.95. Chaucer saw them as messengers of death, Ophelia evoked them when going mad, potato chip ads exploit them, fairy tales celebrate their imagined wisdom. This compact book explores the history, habits and life-styles of owls (there are 133 kinds) in straitlaced prose, enhanced by excellent photos and drawings by Naturalist Robert Gillmor. For bird watchers who give a hoot...
Apart from Williamson, the cast is uneven, with Anthony Hopkins' Claudius and Judy Parfitt's Gertrude lacking sufficient force, maturity and sensuality. But Marianne Faithfull's Ophelia is remarkably affecting. She is ethereal, vulnerable, and in some strange way purer than the infancy of truth. Yet the granitic power and sweep of the film rest with Williamson. Here are antic wit, sly, sarcastic irony, erotic longings, a sentient intelligence that lights up thought like the sun at dawn...
WARREN MOTLEY is an unusually sympathetic Polonius-less pompous than confused. Michael Ladner and Celestine are very good as Polonius's children, Laertes and Ophelia. Each plays his character very young, and the scene in which they say goodbye to each other as Laertes leaves for Wittenburg is a delight-Laertes trying to be big brother while Ophelia teases and hugs...
...play called Rosencrantz and Guilderstern Are Dead, two of Shakespeare's littlest characters wander around the edges of one of the most aesthetically sound "systems" of all time, Hamlet. But they don't know what to make of it. Ophelia runs around and Hamlet endlessly rants on. It all looks so stupid and pointless...