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...other hands, this guy could have been an insufferable saint. Thankfully, writer-creator Paul Attanasio (also writer-creator of Homicide) not only made him wonderfully complicated--a roiling package of arrogance, humility, bristliness and tenderness--but also cast Braugher, a specialist in depthful, surprising characters. Fresh out of Juilliard, Braugher was introduced in the 1989 Civil War film Glory as a Harvard student turned soldier. The neophyte didn't even know what the phrase "hit your mark" meant; star Morgan Freeman gave him a "five-minute crash course in how to act." He has since done film, TV and stage...
...would expect more of Sarah Cracknell, lead vocalist for dance-pop band Saint Etienne. Critics have always found it hard to pigeonhole the band (that is, until "electronica" conveniently became a music industry buzzword). Their sonic experiments have consistently yielded intriguing results, drawing from pop's rich past while carrying an attitude which points boldly towards the future. Cracknell's solo LP, Kelly's Locker, isn't particularly bad. However, as an electric pop record, it tries too hard to be eclectic and lacks the cohesion needed to make for a satisfying aural experience...
...superb new biography, Robert Kennedy: His Life (Simon & Schuster; 509 pages; $27.50), Newsweek assistant managing editor Evan Thomas addresses the question with moral clarity, psychological subtlety and bracing dramatic pace. Thomas conjures up not only the well-known good Bobby and bad Bobby--the saint and the bully--but all the Bobbys, like cats in a bag: the punk with the resourceful instincts of a statesman (see the Cuban missile crisis or the civil rights struggle in the South), the hawk and the dove, the liberal and the conservative, the plunger and the temporizer, the youthful McCarthyite, the knight...
...refer to God, but as 300 worshippers thump tambourines and clap their hands in the warm night, they have someone else in mind. It is the rabbi. He shuffles through the crowd, small and bowed. They touch him for his blessing. He is a tzaddik, a holy man, a saint. "I will clean the people," he mutters. His arm winging like a metronome, Rabbi Yaakov Ifargan slings candles into a brazier until the flame rises 20 ft. and wax sizzles onto the dusty ground. At 3 a.m., almost four hours into this ceremony, he turns to a row of cripples...
Mark Morris, who loves opera almost as much as modern dance, has cooked up a new version of Four Saints in Three Acts, the 1934 surrealist collaboration between Virgil Thomson and Gertrude Stein. This production, which blends dance, mime and slapstick in the fanciful Morris manner, had its world premiere in London in June, and will make its eagerly anticipated U.S. debut at Zellerbach Hall in Berkeley, Calif., on Sept. 21. Michelle Yard, a much-admired addition to the Mark Morris Dance Group, is St. Teresa, and word is that she, pictured above with John Heginbotham, dances like, well...