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...readily to these Russians as Shakespeare's poetry does to English actors. They dance with an easy amplitude, buoyant lightness and total technical command. There is no empty reverence. To American eyes, the Kirov Chopiniana (called Les Sylphides here) is startling because it is performed seemingly in a sunlit field instead of in a cathedral at midnight. Every Kirov dancer and musician knows a common musical idiom as well. The orchestra takes blithe liberties with tempos-flying allegros, subaqueous adagios-that are a shock to ears accustomed to stricter counts. One needs an entire performance of Swan Lake...
Students at Harvard 75 years later have a difficult time imagining the thrill their forebearers experienced when they entered the Yard during the twentieth century's first decade. After all, only the most ardent iconoclasts could pass through the Yard on a tranquil, sunlit afternoon and fail to delight in the splendor of its history. Legendary figures, we all know, have passed through, following a path that wound its way through the traditional brick buildings and on to the heights of glory. It's easy to wander through the old American architecture and conjure up impressions of the depths...
Their romance did not catch fire, however, until last July, when Diana visited Balmoral Castle. Strolling through the sunlit highlands and fishing for salmon with Diana at his side, the Prince says, "I began to realize what was going on in my mind and hers in particular." By the time she was invited back in September, the press had also begun to realize what was going on in both their minds. Reporters and photographers were soon on the trail of "Shy Di," the easily blushing prospective Princess...
Death, of course, is life's largest irony. Mortality tolled through Leonard's best-known play, "Da "; in Summer it rustles through the sunlit grass on a verdant hilltop near Dublin. The year is 1968, and three middle-aged couples rendezvous for a picnic. Food, wine, gossip and nostalgic reminiscences mask tiny tremors of apprehension and isolation...
...extraordinary about this scene, which has the bad flat feel of a Spanish language sitcom, and I mention it only because of the murder at the end. It is a non-murder; director Cassavetes chooses to show us a window being blown out by a shotgun blast into the sunlit air, and no more. No blood, no violence, and that is a disappointment. Of course there is nothing intrinsically good about violence in the cinema, and those who would tell us that there is come off as silly as those who would picket The Warriors. The point is that...