Word: songed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Such critical contradictions are an old familiar song to green-eyed, red-haired (dyed), 38-year-old Mme. Milanov, who for seven seasons has been the Met's most up-&-down performer. When she is good, she is very good; when she is bad, she is quite bad - and often she is both in the same evening. Her full-blown voice, rich and dark in the lower tones, sometimes climbs to an unsteady tremolo. As confused by her critics as they are by her, Milanov says : "You try to do your best to please the public, please critics, please...
...scores of Broadway's Oklahoma!, On the Town, Up in Central Park and Song of Norway...
...atonalist sins. Explained he: "I am heading toward more simple treatment of harmonies and melodies." Of The Four Temperaments, Hindemith said: "I wrote it for Balanchine, but he never danced it. I don't know why." Die junge Magd, third of Hindemith's four, is a song cycle about a young maiden's life. Says the composer: "I suppose she dies in the end. Nobody knows." The fourth, Nobilis-sima Visione, was known as St. Francis when Massine danced it. "I never go to see the performances," Hindemith added. "I saw Nobilissima once because...
...knee-deep in a diamond theft, and falling in love with Patric Knowles. As a sort of cushion-shot to win his venomous wife (Ann Dvorak) back from her bullfighting Mexican lover (Arturo de Cordova), Knowles helps Dorothy masquerade as a Countess and gives her plenty of opportunity for song and romance with the bullfighter on the flower-strewn waters of Lake Xochimilco...
Because the story has no place to go, it stops whenever it has an opportunity for a song, a gag, an auto chase or a rough-&-tumble fight. Near the end of all the nonsense, Ann Dvorak puts on a ballet, purporting to be about Montezuma but looking something like a barroom engraving of Custer's Last Stand. Although the ballet seems to have been elaborately and lavishly staged, the camera gives it only a routine glance...