Word: splendid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Separate Tables. Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster, David Niven, Wendy Hiller and Gladys Cooper sit down to eat crow, served up by Playwright Terence Rattigan. The actors gnash away in splendid style, though in the end they seem to be left with nothing more than a mouthful of feathers...
Walter Kerr (Herald Tribune) thought it "a sober and handsome monument... enormously impressive." Richard Watts (Post) called it "a fine drama" with "stunning performances," and John Chapman (Daily News) wrote, "A magnificent production of a truly splendid play." John McLain (Journal-American) went so far as to say, "The best play of this or many seasons... reaches heights of poetry and performance seldom attempted in the recent history of the American stage." John Mason Brown '23 did this one better by exclaiming, "Never such greatness in the theatre--not since Mourning Becomes Electra, Green Pastures or Our Town...
...Never in my whole life have I believed in God nor do I intend to start. I consider myself a true materialist. That never stopped me from visiting churches . . . splendid monuments of the past ... I have heard some very good concerts in various churches and still like to attend them . . . Handel, Bach and Beethoven are among the greatest composers. They will surely be played and loved even after nobody on earth believes in God any more ... A true materialist can certainly hear a good concert of classical music in a church without losing his materialist virginity...
Separate Tables. Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster, David Niven, Wendy Hiller and Gladys Cooper sit down to eat crow, served up by Playwright Terence Rattigan in a ratty old resort hotel. The actors gnash away in splendid style, though in the end they seem to be left with nothing more than a mouthful of feathers...
Separate Tables (British). Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster, David Niven, Wendy Hiller and Gladys Cooper sit down to eat crow, served up by Playwright Terence Rattigan in a ratty old resort hotel. The actors gnash away in splendid style, though in the end they seem to be left with nothing more than a mouthful of feathers...