Word: tales
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...diminishing James's story to a mere tampered-with story line, by restricting James's characters, to the role of mere plot carriers, Bolton has burned away the gold of James's great moral drama to leave the period dross of his somewhat too-fictional tale...
...stirs, but never once wakes up. Having given Broadway-in Separate Tables-the season's liveliest theater to date, Playwright Rattigan here blindly scattereth poppy while contriving poppycock. His scene is the Carpathian legation in London at the time of George V's coronation. His "occasional fairy tale" concerns a fetching young American chorus girl whom a Grand Duke invites for supper, and the night. But after a night rendered blameless by too much vodka, she stays on to meet and beguile the family, to go with the young King to a ball, with the Grand Duke...
...first uncut feature film ever seen on TV, Oz brought the fairy-tale wanderings of a wide-eyed, 16-year-old Judy Garland into U.S. homes for the first time. The E. Y. Harburg-Harold Arlen score (Over the Rainbow, We're Off to See the Wizard) sounded as fresh and enchanting as ever. To kick off the movie, Buffoon Bert Lahr, who played the craven lion in the film, reminisced to Judy's ten-year-old daughter, Liza Minnelli, about the good old days at MGM. If the movie suffered in its new setting, it was mainly...
...proves himself very ill at ease. Shaw is no cowboy. Neither is his hero, it must be admitted: Blanco is a kicking cousin of Dick Dudgeon, a would-be Hotspur in Levis and a grizzly beard, whose poetic force is out of place amid long-jawed neighbors. Blanco's tale is simple. He steals a horse. After a few twists involving first a slut then the mother of a just-dead baby, he is set free. The whole situation seems rather tired, as do Shaw's lines...
Unhappily, Vercors metaphysical skin-diving never gets much below the level of a mad-scientist movie in this odd tale of a man seeking "the refuge of non-being...