Word: tableau
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...afternoon sunshine yesterday, the photographer snapped wholesome pictures of 'Cliffies running up Widener stairs, struggling with assorted clothing at the Grant-In-Aid auction, and smiling through drippy sandwiches at Eisie's. A mass tableau of eight or nine girls riding bikes along the Charles is planned...
...first recording in three years, Horowitz selected works of composers with whom he has long been identified-Chopin's Sonata No. 2 in B-Flat Minor, Rachmaninoff's Etude-Tableau in C Major and Etude-Tableau in E-Flat Minor, Schumann's Arabesque, Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody No. ig. In all of them Horowitz triumphantly demonstrates that whatever it is that keeps him from the concert stage, it is surely not failing artistic power. The glittering, steely technique is still there; Horowitz can play the piano with a strength and a seething air of controlled violence...
David Fairchild has made a valiant effort to hack out a set in the Common Room, but the split tableau has an unfinished look that is probably not intentional. The lighting arrangement is fine as a concept; hopefully, the effects will be better executed than they were last night. It is evidently quite hard to exit from the stage, and there were several embarrassing waits last night, both between and during scenes...
...Domremy, by Shaw's description in his preface, was one of the first of modern women, a take-charge overlord of men. But Jefford's Joan is a wide-eyed schoolgirl heroine, as coy and cute as Sabrina fair. The production also suffers from the paralyzed, tableau style of Douglas Scale's direction. In the end, Saint Joan is the least remarkable of the Old Vic's productions, but it is paradoxically the outstanding one of the lot. For Shakespeare's poetry cannot fully conceal the gaping flaws in Macbeth and Romeo and Juliet. Saint...
Pianos, Beef & Milk. Commissioned two years ago to stage The Spanish Lady, Dali dived into the project with his usual manic genius. The rising curtain revealed a ghostly painted image of Dali, mustache tips rising to eyebrows, eyes piercing the audience. As the gauze tableau faded out, the heroine came on, her two-yard-long tresses supported by a red crutch. Presently she extracted a pie-sized Dalian watch from her bosom and bestowed it on her suitor. There were other visual distractions: a colored tableau showing a large violin walking on spindly legs and stretching an arm toward...