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...most of you never expected an official of Harvard University to come to your home to attempt to convince you to attend Harvard, but football players are a hot commodity nowadays--especially good ones--and it takes a little more than a howdy-do and a postcard to bring the big ones to Harvard...
After this kind of treatment at other schools, when Harvard sends you a postcard at the most and gives you the impression that it just might accept you if you're lucky, most high-school ballplayers fall for the wine-and-dine routine. When prospective footballers do visit Harvard, they are put up on the couch of whoever gets stuck with them and are fed in the dining halls. If you had a choice between Tournedos du Boeuf or Polynesian meatless balls, which would you choose...
There is no insecurity in Max von Sydow. He gives a towering performance. In intensity, innate authority and mordant humor, this is acting in the thermodynamic range. Bibi Andersson is pallid by comparison, a picture-postcard beauty who recites her lines without the intent to lacerate-rather strange considering her snake-fanged delivery as a wife in Ingmar Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage. Eileen Atkins is in Von Sydow's league. She encases herself in a palpable shield of silence and then hurls her lines like javelins dead on the mark...
...moviegoer's response to Dirty Hands could be measured graphically, the piece of paper would read like the polygraph printout of a bumbling liar. There is no even pace to this film, which features more peaks and valleys than a postcard of the French Alps. The task of sketching the outlines of the three characters and their tension-packed relationships makes for a plodding introduction to Dirty Hands, but the story suddenly picks up when the adulterers decide to carry out their macabre scheme. The inevitable police investigation maintains the interest level for a while longer before the film enters...
...calls "romancing"-but in an amiable way, like a man on his third drink who suddenly falls in love with a phrase. Some times he treats the past with a lovely disrespect. At the catacombs in Syracuse, 'there was an unhealthy-looking monk on duty at the picture-postcard stall. He looked as if he had just been disinterred himself." As for the catacombs, "a coal mine would have offered the same spectacle, really...