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...This plum has been given to Irene Worth, a great actress. She overwhelms the play, with a sexy vibrato not unlike Al Jolson's, and stalks the stage like a jaguar vacationing among field mice...
...year also summons up thoughts about where institutions are heading. I note with approval the spread of an apresnous-le-deluge attitude toward life, at least among those segments of the undergraduate body not paralyzed by sugar plum visions of stethoscopes. The tumbrils of '69 proved to have no permanent legacy, except perhaps by introducing Marx on a large scale into the social science curriculum. That neutralized the old specter alright. Henry Kissinger has already been summoned to Moscow to take over the reins for ailing Leonid Brezhnev...
...play is a plum for the actor who plays Ui. Al Pacino would be a hand-in-glove fit for the part. Not so. Physically, he slopes about the stage in a Neanderthal manner and adopts a metronomic, tongue-darting tic. He is good at evoking the image of a sometimes sniveling, sometimes snarling, power-hungry hood, but the role demands more. Ui must resemble a sinister Chap lin. He must possess a chilling, demonic mesmerism. Pacino displays neither...
...Great Hall - thus ensuring a large abstract monument to himself - but he also wanted to commemorate his way of life with the period rooms. Unfortunately, these seven gloomily sumptuous chambers are of little historical interest (they were done in 1959 by a Paris decorator, in a plum-cake version of stockbroker's plush). Lehman's paintings, now that they are public, would have looked better in a clean, airy, comprehensible museum space than in this red velvet warren. No service to art is done by preserving the symbolism of private ownership in a public precinct; in a museum...
...gray plum tree on the brownish rice paper is twisty and knuckled with age. Plum trees regenerate themselves each year, and here the new sprouts burst like porcupine quills from the bark. The brush strokes have an extraordinary intensity-not so much delicacy as martial precision: one imagines the brush slashing down and up like a sword as it described the pair of sharply angular branches that project to the left of the tree. And so it probably did; for the painter, Kaihō Yūshō (1533-1615) was the son of a warrior family, raised...