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...feature-length tribute to the victims of the Holocaust. It too yields mixed results. The film's strength is its sound track, spoken by two unlikely underplayers. For this occasion, Orson Welles abandons his oleaginous bass for a simple voice of authority, recording names on Judaism's scroll of agony, describing the events and processes in the German gulag of Auschwitz, Birkenau, Belsen and other camps where 6 million perished. Elizabeth Taylor is surprisingly muted, reading the forgotten pleas of those who tried to reach through the barbed wire to a numb world...
...citizen asks why the legislators are not at work as usual, he is told that the barbarians are due to arrive that day; so what would be the purpose of making laws? When he asks why the city's leaders are at the city gates bearing a scroll and wearing jewels, the crowd answers that the barbarians are dazzled by such things. He asks why all the orators are silent; he learns that the barbarians are bored by rhetoric. Finally, he asks why there is a sudden confusion, and why the people are apparently so lost in thought. Because...
...Nevelson did not want to make her totems from steel-"it was too mechanical for me"-and so she resorted to wood, the stuff of her childhood in Maine. She began collecting stray bits and pieces from the street, from junkyards, from antique shops: scroll-sawed offcuts, bits of molding, battered planks and ribs of crates, balusters, toilet seats, sheets of split veneer, gun-stocks, dowels, finials, anything that seemed to have some character. The amassing of these things was an act of love and salvage. "I feel that what people call by the word scavenger is really a resurrection...
...much better in your listening doctor position, legs crossed thigh hiked up as a kind of barricade, gazing down at your unlit Marlboro as if it were a Dead Sea scroll...
...much better in your listening doctor position, legs crossed thigh hiked up as a kind of barricade, gazing down at your unlit Marlboro as if it were a Dead Sea scroll...