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...most powerful presence on the stage is that of Jaime Sanchez. His Marc Antony is a Latinate fire storm who could sear stones, let alone move plebeians. His funeral oration turns the hearers into a combustible evangelical orgy, and deserves...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Arc of Anguish | 2/5/1979 | See Source »

...into his garage at night. Moving slowly, he rams the rear end of the station wagon where his college professor wife sits in the front seat giving a farewell blow job to her student lover. One of his sons loses an eye; the other is thrown into the sear and killed. Garp himself breaks his jaw, which prevents him from screaming when he sees that his wife has bitten off her lover's member...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Laughter, Loneliness and Sex | 10/23/1978 | See Source »

...scientist and socialist, his beautiful daughter who is suffocating in a bourgeois marriage, his erratic lawyer-son who is so devoted to his trapped sister that he would kill for her-are creatures of grace and period charm, but their own picturesque passions are so tearfully intense as to sear their souls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Hues and Cries | 8/15/1977 | See Source »

...last of many curtain calls last weekend, I watched Sam Levine bend down to kiss Eva Le Gallienne's hand. As he did, she leaned forward and lightly kissed his forehead--a gesture which seemed inadvertently to sum up all the grace and charm of Burry Fredrik and Sally Sear's production of The Royal Family. At the bottom of the first page of the Playbill it says, "The Kennedy Center--Xerox Corporation American Bicentennial Production." I still don't know what that means, but if it means that we have 1976 to thank for bringing this show to Boston...

Author: By Janny P. Scott, | Title: All in the Family | 10/28/1976 | See Source »

...road is dispensible, not inbred as in the East. People are few and anecdotal; the land is hard-staring and unrelenting. Our trip is over; we have only to find its end. We rise early the next morning and putter up to Yellowstone, across the Wyoming desert. Between the sear, hard-sapped breasts of the Wind River Indian Reservation we tourist, listening to the sweet harmonies of Judith Collins over the sagebrush-bearded grandmother's chest of the land. Black pumps tap reservoir's of crude, titting the dinosaur-jawed, stone-ribbed poundings of the earth. A few junkyards--abundant...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

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