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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. There is more to Sophia Loren than meets the eye, and Director Vittorio De Sica is the man who sees it. In Gold of Naples he showed the world that Sophia is socko as a liedown comic. In Two Women he gave the girl an accelerated course of Duse and don'ts that revealed enough talent for tragedy to win her a 1961 Oscar. And in this picture, a hairily hilarious but fundamentally innocent little comedy, De Sica displays Sophia as a warm and earthy and even rather subtle comedienne...
...SUCCEED IN BUSINESS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING will probably run as long as its title. Going into its third year, it is still sharp, sassy and socko...
...stimulating environment in the world. Says Author-Critic (The Uses of Literacy) Richard Hoggart, 44: "England today is the most exciting country in all Europe. We're facing ourselves, beginning to be honest." Echoes David Frost, 24, a recent Cambridge graduate who presides over the BBC's socko satirical television show, That Was the Week That Was: "We can be the first nation in history that's both a great nation and a totally honest one. We can stop this morale-boosting nonsense and the terrible underestimation of people's intelligence. It's a great...
...drawing a fictional portrait of Wolfe. Wouk is not interested in Wolfe's life, except as a scenario for a searching inquiry into the agonizing problems of authorship (taxes, how to get the highest bid for movie rights, etc.). Wolfe's autobiographical novels proved him to be socko literary material; why invent a mediocre character when you can crib a good...
Nevertheless, by sheer theatrical intensity, the film transcends its specious materials. Under Robert Wise's driving direction, its set pieces are socko and incessant. Natalie Wood has the right dark glow as the Latin heroine; Richard Beymer is winsome as the hero, and as a tan teen Tybalt and a nubile Nurse of anything but the usual Shakespearance, George Chakiris and Rita Moreno are strikingly slummy. On-screen as onstage, Stephen Sondheim's lyrics sting like a tongueful of tamales. Leonard Bernstein's music, as usual spinelessly eclectic, fails (as the whole film fails) to merge...