Word: sadeness
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Directed by England's Peter Brook (Marat / Sade) and acted by the Royal Shakespeare Company, Tell Me Lies comes to the screen with impeccable artistic credentials. But the movie has barely begun its protest against the Viet Nam war before its righteous indignation dissolves into chaos...
...DEBBIE Batts can't be beaten,' says the Marquis de Sade." Thus read a Cabot Hall campaign poster displayed by one of the two presidential candidates for the stillborn Radcliffe Union of Students (RUS). The poster was something of a shock, though not because of its contents...
...latest representative of the new thing-the de-Sade-but-true school of literature-it owes something to Truman Capote's In Cold Blood, except that Capote is a far better writer than Emlyn Williams, the Welsh actor and dramatist (Night Must Fall, The Corn Is Green). Williams enters the lucrative literary creep-stakes, dragging behind him two human monsters and three well-mutilated corpses. He is writing about the "Moors murders," a gruesome three-act melodrama of cold-bloodletting that captivated British headline readers from Nov. 23, 1963, when the first murder occurred, until long after...
...buried a cat alive, collected Nazi souvenirs, stole shillings from gas meters around Manchester. After early crushes on such villains as Josef Kramer, commandant of the Belsen concentration camp, and Harry Lime of The Third Man, Ian finally met his true soul mate in the Marquis de Sade-a literary encounter that Williams recklessly compares to Keats's stumbling upon Chapman's Homer...
...this time, Ian, a nondescript clerk, had met Myra, 18, a typist who soon began moonlighting for Ian as a sadist's apprentice. When their parlor perversities and homemade dirty photographs began to pall, there was very little left to do but to test De Sade's theory: "Murder is a hobby and a supreme pleasure." A young corpse a year, with frequent visits to the graves on the moors, kept Ian and Myra reasonably serene but leaves Williams feverishly laying out plot and explication like a row of tombstones.* He points, he nudges, he oohs...