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Nevertheless, by sheer theatrical intensity, the film transcends its specious materials. Under Robert Wise's driving direction, its set pieces are socko and incessant. Natalie Wood has the right dark glow as the Latin heroine; Richard Beymer is winsome as the hero, and as a tan teen Tybalt and a nubile Nurse of anything but the usual Shakespearance, George Chakiris and Rita Moreno are strikingly slummy. On-screen as onstage, Stephen Sondheim's lyrics sting like a tongueful of tamales. Leonard Bernstein's music, as usual spinelessly eclectic, fails (as the whole film fails) to merge...
...large, she treats her charges as if they were coated with some brand of human repellent, then falls for a boy in Man Tan. She is the senior partner in the May-September affair, and it is the unlikeliest shipboard romance since the Owl and the Pussycat went...
...earned him as much as $4,000 per half-hour; of a heart attack; in Peking. He defiantly grew a mustache to avoid entertaining China's Japanese conquerors during World War II, but traveled the world for the Communists, was visited during his fatal illness by another onetime tan (male actress)-Red China's Premier Chou Enlai...
...rigger returning to camp drove up moments too late to prevent a vicious murder. Off to the side of the road, clutching his bloody head, stood Charles Boothroyd, 55, a Hartford, Conn., machinist. Near by, fatally wounded, lay Mrs. Jeanette Sullivan, 40. In a ditch was a crumpled tan Volkswagen with sleeping bags and a tent lashed to its top, its interior littered with toilet paper, pillows and sun caps. Missing was Mrs. Sullivan's 14-year-old daughter Denise. Boothroyd and the Sullivans had been sightseeing at Dead Horse Point, a towering promontory that commands a magnificent view...
...shaking to pieces here." The plane was racked by vibrations, the most violent he had ever felt. "I and the airplane window were going in opposite directions." Then, as mysteriously as they had started, the vibrations stopped, and Joe Walker headed down to a 180-knot landing in the tan clay of Rogers Dry Lake. Came a voice over the radio: "Wonderful show, Joe." And another: "Whoopee!" Said Walker, as he climbed out the cockpit: "You feel like you're beginning to get out there where someday you'll see both sides of this old ball...