Word: seemly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Dealer in Mystery. If the results seem inexplicable to most viewers. Segal knows what he is doing. "I deal primarily in mystery, and in the presentation of mystery," he says. "If I cast someone in plaster, it is the mystery of a human being that is presented. If I put this next to a real object, it also raises a question about the nature of the real object...
...Tootsie Roll and is soft and chewy. It comes in chocolate, peanut butter or tomato flavors. The stick, promoted with TV spots showing a Cape Kennedy blastoff, is being test-marketed in seven U.S. cities. Packs of 14 sell for 490. Space fans, candy addicts and weight watchers seem to eat it up (each stick has only 41 calories), and marketing will be expanded...
Next to the base figures, such exalted ones as Oliver (Mark Lester), Nancy (Shani Wallis) and other do-gooders inevitably seem insipid trifles. But even the knaves are topped by two performers: Bill Sikes' companion, a mangy, miserable mongrel, is the least appealing, most memorable dog since the Hound of the Baskervilles. And Jack Wild, 15, as The Artful Dodger, has polished gravel for a voice, a Toby jug for a head, and the suggestion of fame for a future. As well might be. The last boy to play the Dodger onscreen was a cockney-of-the-walk...
...Christians as part of their religious rites. Bok, possessed of a barren, faithless wife (Carol White), abandons his emotions, his conscience and his home. His destination is the ancient Russian Orthodox city of Kiev, where he promptly sends himself to hell by passing as a gentile. In scenes that seem to have emerged from the mainstream of Russian literature, Lebedev (Hugh Griffith), a rabid anti-Semite, makes Bok a trusted employee until Lebedev's daughter Zinaida (Elizabeth Hartman) falsely accuses the fixer of rape. The recriminatory shriek becomes a chorus when religious fanatics also accuse Bok of ritual murder...
...past each other through muddled clouds of private thought and uncertain motive. In this first novel, his descriptions of hotels, restaurants, odd corners of small towns and the seedy people who inhabit them, haunt the mind's eye. Yet Jones' real talent is for making the improbable seem necessary and the grotesque plausibly humdrum. Perhaps because Jones has caught lobsters, sold boats, worked on newspapers and taught school, his showy invasion of the private terrors that lurk just below the surface of apparently calm minds seems somehow fresh-and far removed from the structural, Stygian, self-conscious atrocities...