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Hello, Dolly! (1969). Barbra Streisand sang and danced her heart out, but the film's four Oscars went for art and set decoration, musical scoring, and sound. Ch. 7,8 p.m. Color, 3 hours...
...Garden were all but lost sartorially to their fans. It was a crowd of funk-furred and metallic-threaded celebrities, including Chanteuse Bette Midler in jeans and mink, New York Knick Star Walt Frazier in a bold red and white blazer, Actor Jack Nicholson in loud pin stripes, Barbra Streisand in a sombrero, plus Senators Edward Kennedy and John Tunney in mufti. Ali Partisan John Kennedy Jr., in a blazer, escorted his aunt Lee Radziwill, in black and gold striped lame, to a ringside seat after exchanging gentle warmup jabs with the fighter in his dressing room. Then he snapped...
Isadora Wing, like Erica Jong, is a Jewish middle class New York poet. She's got mangy blond hair and an ass, sexy to some, that gives a waddle to her walk. She's also got a kooky vulnerability that comes off like a Streisand stage performance. Her first marriage annulled when her husband freaked out in a Messianic frenzy, she remarried a psychoanalyst and was herself analyzed a few times over. And after more married life Isadora Wing has had it with monogamy. Monogamy simply didn't turn out to be the golden dream the American commercials--body soap...
...become the Madame de Sévigné of the supper clubs. Seated in a Louis XV armchair, Mercer held the kind of wry musical conversation on affairs of the heart that has made a minor art form of ballad singing and influenced singers from Billie Holiday to Barbra Streisand. Aware that it is her phrasing and timing rather than her voice that turns the most banal ballad into a timeless vignette, Mercer says cryptically, "It's all in the punctuation...
...audience that really gets shucked. The film does not actually have anything on its mind except to bring together two hot properties in a period setting for which there is currently a lot of nostalgia. Streisand predictably does her adorable neurotic bit. Redford unpredictably brings nothing to his role but his physical presence. As for the period, it is represented by a rag of costuming, a bone of set decoration and a hank of hairstyling. No one seems to have the faintest idea of the way we really were, spiritually and intellectually, in a testing, fascinating time of transition...