Word: portraited
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...GENERAL (ABC, 7:30-8:30 p.m.). An informal portrait of Douglas Mac-Arthur, narrated by Van Heflin...
...Michael Redgrave). On the riotous opening night of The Plough and the Stars, the historic disturbance inside the Abbey Theatre somehow seems less crucial than the playwright's muscular performance in the outer lobby, where Taylor enthusiastically flattens a couple of idlers, rounding out Cassidy's unfinished portrait of the artist as a young tough...
California Figurative Painter William Brice's portrait of Art Dealer Frank Perls is not, says the artist, "a portrait in the sense that it is a report of the architecture of a head. What really counts in a portrait is what would be of interest to persons other than the subject or his family." Brice is not sure that he really captured Perls. But his subject is sure. "Wow!" says Perls. "He sees me stuffing myself and drinking myself into a monster-dreamer state in order to fulfill dreams of happiness. I probably saved $5,000 worth of analysis...
Roland Bykov, best known in Russia as a stage director, is perfectly cast as Akakievich, and Aleksei Batalov, who was an actor in such films as Nine Days of One Year and The Cranes Are Flying, directs the film as a memorable character portrait, faithful in spirit and exquisite in detail. Looking like a wistful hand-carved troll, Bykov is gently hilarious when he first ventures out to show off his coat, cautiously dodging snowflakes, and ineffably tragic later as he stumbles through the white night mourning his loss at every window. Everything is right with The Overcoat, except that...
Pretty Polly, the first of these three medium-length tales, is that rare bird, a story that celebrates the joys of breaking taboos without ever once dishing out comeuppance griefs. Mrs. Capper's Birthday is a gentle portrait of a World War II widow who has never quite adjusted to life without "Fred." Me and the Girls is a grim little account of the last reflections of a third-rate homo sexual entertainer dying of cancer. Not the gay Coward...