Word: tableau
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...Mexico, graves are still decorated with candy skulls and toy skeletons. These are afterward given to the children to play with or to eat. For a tableau of hell (opposite). Girard combined bread-and-sugar diablos from Ecuador, plaster devils from Bolivia, pottery Satans from Venezuela, and unpainted wood grotesques from the Mexican town of Erongarícuaro...
...rock, and its dialogue is mostly graffiti. Hair is lavish in dispraise of all things American, except presumably liberty. The play itself borders on license by presenting a scene in which half a dozen members of the cast, male and female, face the audience in the nude. This tableau is such a dimly lit still life that it will leave most playgoers open-mouthed with yawns...
...story gives Widerberg a chance to play games in the trees and the grass and the flowers. At times he is successful. The mock gunfight between Sparre and his friend on a huge old tree is a beautiful tableau. When Elvira and Sparre walk up a road, the scene has the haunting quality of a Munch painting. But these two scenes are the only truly fine outdoor sequences that are properly exposed. In the rest, the greens are mercilessly washed out in white light; exposures are nearly always one to two stops...
Scott's triumph is Visitor from Forest Hills, a zany wedding tableau in which an irate father, pressed past mind and pocketbook, cannot budge his distraught daughter out of a locked bathroom to the altar. He threatens, he cajoles, he implores. He nearly breaks his arm ramming the door. He rends his cutaway till it looks like sackcloth and he looks like ashes. Scott's countenance of epic frustration is phenomenally funny: a middle-aged Lear confronted with a thankless offspring. The evening's master treat, a carnival of sight-and-sound gags, this skit shows...
...seemed to have come from Central Casting. They were indomitable, photogenic people, barefoot and singing as they cleared away the rubble. (The implication was that the songs were traditional Vietnamese, though according to South Vietnamese sources, they are Red Chinese in origin.) The camera would pan a lovely pastoral tableau. Then the air-raid sirens would scream, and everyone would scramble for one-man, cement-lined foxholes. One sequence depicted a captured American airman. Inevitably, there were affecting shots of injured children and of surgeons working on the wounded by flashlight, and Narrator Greene would ask plaintively: "How many bombs...