Word: tarting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...cast, which included Stripteaser Rita Renoir as "Tart," entered against a background of a pile-driving rock-'n'-roll band, go-go girls, and slides of Picasso paintings projected on the backdrop. Tart got right down to business, stripped to the waist and shimmied around wildly, while the rest of the ensemble cavorted about in a grotesque little dance...
...what Picasso had in mind, but the audience of 600 found it stimulating, clapped loudly after every scene. As for a much-publicized urination scene -one reason why the mayor of St. Tropez had prohibited the performance in his town-it was, all things considered, a model of discretion: Tart squatted in the middle of the stage while the sound track made appropriate noises. "We had to keep that scene," says Lebel. "We're not at liberty to emasculate a work of art in order to pander to bourgeois sentiment." Still, he would have felt better if there...
...journalistic tree to trill from in New York, her home town and headquarters of the jet-setters whose fads and foibles she chronicles with re freshing irreverence. Last week Suzy was back home, regaling readers of the New York Daily News (circ. 2,100,000) with her tart tales. Items...
...Henri Garcin). But Jean-Paul Rappeneau, 33, has an appetite for the absurd and an unerring eye for casting. An actor in the mugging tradition of Toto and Fernandel, Philippe Noiret is excellent as the pawky, paunchy husband; and Catherine Deneuve, as his restless wife, is as light and tart as a lemon soufflé. They and their fellow farceurs prove that in the right hands the flip side of war and the flop side of marriage can still be made fresh and funny...
...quasi-intermission: the play isn't really going on, but there are high-jinks on stage. A movie of rhinoceroses in motion was projected against a flat accompanied by a medley of Elvis Presley songs; another time animal cookies were distributed to the audience. Mine was a bit tart, but eating it, I confess, was the highest synaesthetic...