Word: pr
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Instead of saying 'Good Evening,' " says Jacqueline Du Pré, recalling the night four years ago when she first met Daniel Barenboim at a London party, "we sat down and played Brahms." He was a coiled, compact and energetic Israeli of 24, and one of the best-known young pianists in the world. She was 21, and already Britain's leading cellist, a tall, smiling, shy English lass with a stunning kind of farm-fresh beauty. Instant karma. Two weeks later, Barenboim decided he wanted to marry Jacqueline. Six months later he did. Thus began...
...world's musical citadels, the Barenboim-Du Pré charm is rivaled today only by such soirée idols as Leonard Bernstein and Zubin Mehta. They do not enjoy separation, and arrange their schedules to be with each other as much as possible. Their home is London, and for three months a year they stay there, working out of a cluttered, low-ceilinged basement flat near Baker Street that was once Jacqueline's student digs. Still, as partners or single acts, Du Pré and Barenboim are willing to travel anywhere in the world to make music...
Like Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne, the Barenboim and Du Pré team proves that the sight and sound of two brilliant artists conquering continents hand in hand has a magical allure all its own. But there is far more to these players than such allure. Today Jacqueline's cello playing is a marvel of tonal beauty and instinctive emotion, backed by a prodigious technical grasp. As aurorally mellow as the late Emanuel Feuermann, as powerful of phrase as one of her former mentors Pablo Casals, Jacqueline is one of the most eloquent and soulful cellists alive...
...shrink and sing. While, from the screen's bottom left, shots of the International's mammoth kitchens. Great, grotesque hunks of institutional meat. Barrels of dough. Bread for the circus. And, over on Elvis' right, Brobdingnagian close-ups of the office staff, the maids, bellboys, waitresses, showgirls and hawkers, pr men. Tourists. But no, not tourists. Not in Vegas. And, the center of it all, Elvis, jes keeps on singin'. Surround him, cameras roll up and down through the labyrinthic entrails of the International. Elvis, dwarfed by eight foot high shanks of beef, by linen and glassware and advertising...
...found a secret printing press to publish about 5,000 copies. On publication day, Sartre and a few friends (including Film Directors Jean-Luc Godard and Louis Malle, and his longtime companion, Simone de Beauvoir) pick up the papers, transport them to a side street near St.-Germain-des-Prés, and begin to peddle them. Then the police arrest everyone giving away, selling or reading the paper. Everyone, that is, except prominent people and, of course, Sartre and De Beauvoir, who stay on to deliver diatribes about the rape of press freedom...