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...comedy and fine acting. Llody Schwartz's Kolenkhov is a natural scene-stealer. He pronounces "The Monte Carlo Ballet" with just the right Bela Lugosi intonation, he talks and gestures like a proud Rasputin fallen on bad times, and his Romanov leer is so hilariously Russian that one can smell the caviar in the pit. George Mager's classic internal revenue agent scene is a stunning shtic planted in the first act. And Suzanne Sato's wonderful costumes are more convincing than those in any other period piece I've seen...
...inequality were no less valid than they are today, but we were largely unaware of them. And so, for most of us they did not exist. Hypocritical? Yes. Smug? That too -insufferably so. But then so was the country. If the decade of the '50s had the suffocating "smell of the middle class," as Gloria Steinem, 34, says with distaste, then it was an odor that most Americans seemed to like...
...York I walked into that morning, down 42nd Street from 9th Avenue, choked me with the smell of garbage and smoke. There was dog shit, even a little horse shit, all over the sidewalk, and there were kids- at six in the morning- there were kids huddling in doorways, watching me as I passed...
Relentless shelling, sniping and the searing Sinai sun make the Bar-Lev Line the hottest front in casualties and climate. There is no sweet smell of victory there, only the odors of cordite, of dead fish in the narrow canal (a mere 80 yds. across at some points), of sweaty bunkers and boots left out to air. Yet plenty of spirited Israelis volunteer for the Suez front. Explains one reserve officer who chose duty on the line: "You cannot argue in your living room unless you have taken part...
...least dressed to the noses. In addition to the usual headbands, see-through tops, togas, bell-bottoms and union jackets, many of the girls had their noses painted in art nouveau pinks and blues. Bare feet pattered up and down the red-carpeted aisles while the sweet, light, pervasive smell of pot drifted through the darkness toward the ceiling...