Word: somberness
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...Guthrie production, the cast wears somber masks as they did in the original Greek production, and for a while this adds a dimension of hieratic awe to the play, but soon the lack of human expressions reduces the effect to a kind of puppet show. The women's roles are played by men, also a custom with the ancients. At the outset, this is forceful and a trifle unsettling. Yet eventually the lack of sexual differentiation erases the central fact that this is a bitter domestic tragedy...
...theater and opera in Europe. Last week, at the opening of the La Scala opera season in Milan, his latest paintings hung as backdrops for his own new production of Verdi's Don Carlos. Ponelle's dark, brooding sets, painted on black velvet to emphasize the somber mood of the drama, suggested El Greco canvases come to life. The naturalistic direction he gave to the expert cast assembled by Conductor Claudio Abbado-and headed by Bulgarian Basso Nicolai Ghiaurov-gave psychological unity to Verdi's knotty tale of neuroticism and political intrigue in 16th century Spain...
Their terrain is the fresh green land scape of ancient pastoral, replete with somber mountains, gloomy caves, anthropomorphic rivers. They sing not of ordinary men, but of lovers, amoebae, angels, village rustics, swans, emperors, unicorns. And their music is an eerie compound of British and U.S. folk traditions. Indian ragas, rock, calypso, blues, even nursery songs...
After ten days during which 16 explosions rocked the mine and turned its tunnels into blast furnaces of flame, gas and smoke, Consolidation Coal Company's Number 9 in Marion County, W. Va., was sealed last week. That somber decision made the mine a tomb for the 78 men missing in its depths. But company, government and union officials agreed that there was no other way to save the burning mine-and that the trapped men below were almost certainly dead from fire or gas, or both...
Moscow's crematory hall echoed with the somber notes of Chopin's Funeral March as the group of 200 mourners stood around the open coffin. They listened quietly as a tall, ramrod-straight man, his voice choked with emotion, eulogized its occupant. Suddenly, the cavernous hall's public-address system crackled out a brusque announcement that the group's time was up. Then, before more than a handful of mourners had been able to plant a parting kiss on the dead man's forehead, a woman in a black smock slid a cover...