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...Welles could have thought up the settings for the drunken brawl and the killing of Roderigo. Welles' direction and camera work are virtuosic throughout: his untiring inventiveness is ever apparent; and he is a master of black-and-white, from a close-up of part of a white robe through all manner of chiaroscuro to a totally blackened screen. Indeed, so prolific are his ideas that some sequences of camera angles and shots speed by too rapidly. And who else would have dared to have Othello's final speech delivered straight upwards by a disservered head? The whole visual treatment...
Probably the most relaxed part of the whole trip was the tea break with the Eisenhowers at the White House. It was scheduled for half an hour, but the chief executives and their ladies exchanged gifts (an antique dueling pistol for Ike, an Uruguayan nutria lap robe for Mrs. Eisenhower, framed photographs of the Eisenhowers and a bust of George Washington for the visitors), enjoyed themselves so thoroughly that an hour slipped by. Then Batlle Berres hopped a plane for a Boston dinner date, spent the next two days being feted at breakfasts, luncheons and dinners and talking about boosting...
Within the Cowl. For all his fame and popularity, there are few more elusive personalities in art than Fra Angelico. So completely did the man and artist live within his monastic cowl and robe, effacing himself within the disciplines of monastic life, that his early life, training and personality are only guesswork. He left no written record of his own. His biographer, Painter-Historian Giorgio Vasari, wrote nearly a century after Fra Angelico's death...
...whole performance gave off an incomparable glow. Perhaps the glow was brighter than ever, for Soprano Callas had just signed a contract as leading soprano next fall with Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera. Il Trovatore's first notes, when she stood in slender profile in her crimson robe and sang of her love for an unknown troubadour (Tenor Jussi Bjoerling), until she took poison and died in Act IV, her voice contained some of the bite and much of the richness of a clarinet. But its quality was warmed and softened with womanliness. It floated with effortless grace, swelled...
...accounts for only part of her impact. To the unregenerate art of operatic acting, she brings a powerful personality. It shows in the expressive toss of her head as she trills some word less coloratura, in the dramatic contrast of her long white fingers spread against a jet-black robe, in the sudden change in her face as, in mid-song, a new thought crosses her mind. She listens with a special intentness while others sing to her-although it is a question whether the pain that sometimes touches her brow is called for by the plot or caused...