Word: renoirs
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...their relentless virtuosity-none of Wajda's beautiful but monotonously static compositions, none of the bludgeoning Polanski's Wellesian low angels and shock cuts, none of the coy mysteriousness common to Shop on Main Street and Joseph Kilian. Forman is more Western in temperament, a humanist in the Renoir-Truffaut-Olmi line of descent...
...most youths are forming some vision of what shape the cooled adult crust will take, how high the peaks will soar. For their models, they look to their fathers, older brothers, a teacher, a figure plunked from history-an Alexander or a Gehrig, a Shaw or a Morgan, a Renoir or a Luciano. for Raoul Levy, born of a Russian-Jewish family in Antwerp, educated there and at the London School of Economics, an R.A.F. veteran of World War II, there never seems to have been much doubt. He wanted to be a Zanuck...
...traveling abroad in 1912 as the agent for Philadelphia Millionaire Dr. Albert C. Barnes, inventor of the bland antiseptic Argyrol, Glackens became more impressed by the vigor of contemporary French painting, helped Barnes acquire at bargain prices high-toned paintings by Van Gogh, Cezanne, Degas, Gauguin, Matisse and Renoir...
...Girl on Main Street. Glackens was the gentlest of these American impressionists. "Psychologically," Barnes said later, "Glackens is more akin to Renoir than any painter of our age." The painter's world was not the cafes of Paris but the more innocent one of the soda fountains of the U.S. He avoided the hurdy-gurdy of boxing matches, bathing beaches and laundry slung from slum fire stairs. Yet it is Glackens' reportorial honesty that lends to his lush vision of realism of America on the eve of world involvement...
...While Renoir painted great peasant nudes who loom like earth goddesses, Glackens painted the girl-next-door on Main Street or in Greenwich Village. And if Glackens' peachy women have downcast eyes, it is not from sadness but wistfulness for a world that would never be the same. They seem ready to hope more than to rejoice, like closeted daughters waiting to make a debut and sport their beauty-which both they, and American art, were about to do, in fewer years than even the most optimistic imagined...