Word: rainbowed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...permanent black tumor over Hollywood and the downtown area seeping in channels through the passes out into the Valley and on into the Mojave Desert; to the west, over West L.A., Inglewood and Santa Monica, the smog is unexplainably green, and you realize that you are surrounded by a rainbow of smog, all of it a part of the land, undeniable, permanent, so that soon you'll be able to say, "I live in the green part"-or the brown part, or the black part. Up there in Griffith Park you realize that the city does not have long...
COPPOLA'S DIRECTION is among the best that ever has been done in American film. He's created some puerile nonsense previously, but knowing the territory here seems to have given him the spark plug he's needed. (What could a Coppola expect to do with Finian's Rainbow anyway?) Every scene--even the most violent--is played for character, and timed with the perfection needed to bring off such cocky middle-distance lensing. Coppola knew that in Gordon Willis he had the best colorist in current Hollywood credits. So he lets Willis react to the setting in color while...
Dynasty and Power. Coppola was an established screenwriter (he won an Oscar last year for co-authoring Patton), but he had an indifferent record as a director (Finian's Rainbow, You're a Big Boy Now). Nevertheless, Evans had faith in Coppola's ability, and attached particular importance to the fact that he was Italian-American. Says Evans: "He knew the way these men in The Godfather ate their food, kissed each other, talked. He knew the grit." Coppola, deeply in debt, could have used an offer to direct traffic, let alone a movie like The Godfather...
...certainly helped her to develop what she had. When Liza was born, Judy was still at the height of her career. It was 1946, and for postwar Americans she still evoked the simpler times when Andy Hardy was in love and the Land of Oz was rainbow hued. Meanwhile, Liza's father, a courtly, cultivated man whom she still idolizes, was busy creating such polished movie musicals as Ziegfeld Follies and Meet Me in St. Louis. Though sometimes frenetic, family life was full of laughter, flowers and music. It was also somehow unreal...
Trumpets blared. Fireworks exploded. Drums and cannons thundered. A 700-voice chorus sang hallelujah. A band played The Ballad of Rainbow and Snow. Eight hundred Japanese children on ice skates released 18,000 multicolored balloons into the air. More than 1,000 athletes from 35 countries paraded in their winter finery. And right in the middle of it all was the old ringmaster himself, Avery Brundage, president of the International Olympic Committee (I.O.C.). In calling upon Emperor Hirohito officially to open the 1972 Winter Games in Sapporo, Japan, last week, Brundage said: "May the Olympic code of fair play...