Word: portraits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Modigliani's Portrait of a Student displays the loosest sort of lyricism into which the Modigliani manner can degenerate. Picasso's two little cubist paintings have little more than the master's signature to recommend them. Their color has no vitality or subtlety and the jumped compositions, especially that of the cramped Bottle and Glass, exemplifies Picasso's carelessness at its most annoying. Carelessness, indeed, sloppiness blemishes a Miro pastel, titled, for no readily apparent reason, Woman Doing Her Hair Before a Mirror. A mysterious and evocative oil painting of his, Composition, done in 1925, has a flow and easiness...
Earl Montgomery, as Doctor Stockmann, has much of the bearing of a "matinee idol," and appears much younger than his wife, admirably portrayed by Lois Holmes. Art Smith, as Morton Kiil, presents a striking portrait of her shrewd and disreputable father. Gene Frankel's direction is adept and certain touches are superb. Yet with the children, who add more distraction than depth, his direction is spotty and they generally dash onstage with a gust, then settle into the shadows to await their lines...
Married. Monte Blue, 72, matinee idol of silent films (So This Is Paris, White Shadows of the South Seas), more recently a bit player in movies and TV; and Portrait Painter Betty Munson Mess, 42, widowed mother of four children; both for the third time; in Los Angeles...
...which they can be viewed with safety." And it is maddeningly true that "As for the museums, they are the worst-organized, the worst-hung in Italy-a scandal, as the Florentines say themselves, with a certain civic pride." With these strictures out of the way, there begins a portrait of former glories and calamities that combines a meticulous observation of the past and the art that has outlived it with some of the year's most readable prose...
...arresting snapshot of Mr. and Mrs. T. S. Eliot, in which the wrinkled old (71) poet stands with his arms looped fondly but awkwardly around the neck of his wholesome young (32) wife, his face caught in a quizzical expression, half doubt and half delight-a portrait of J. Alfred Prufrock, who has dared to eat a peach...