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...dull, gray morning in Bucharest. Two citizens enter a district city hall to exchange perfunctory "Da's " as required by law. Switch to Technicolor. Tennis Ace Bjorn Borg, in a blue blazer, no headband, and his love of four years, Rumanian Pro Mariana Simionescu, step outside into the bright sunlight and a cheering crowd of 2,000. Among them are 50 members of the Rumanian National Tennis Federation, who raise flower-bedecked racquets in a ceremonial arch. Kiss, smile, applause. Exeunt the couple in a Swedish Saab. Scene 2-Religious Ceremony. An unruly mob awaits the Borgs' arrival...
Rather than pretend that this material makes any naturalistic sense, Director Mark Rydell (Cinderella Liberty) shrewdly goes for broke. The Rose has the same visual excess and garish romanticism as the oldtime Technicolor backstage sagas. When Rose gets into a yelling match with her manager (a somewhat forlorn Alan Bates) or plays in bed with her pickup of a lover (a frisky, sexy Frederic Forrest), the closeups are steamy and relentless. When Rose lands by helicopter at her nighttime stadium concerts, it looks like the arrival of the mother ship in Close Encounters (both films were shot by Vilmos Zsigmond...
Meetings with Remarkable Men is the hip '70s answer to Hollywood's oldtime biblical kitsch. Once Cecil B. DeMille re-created the glory days of Moses in glorious Technicolor; now Director Peter Brook is giving the same treatment to G.I. Gurdjieff (1877-1949), the philosopher whose Zen-like quest for spiritual truth has greatly influenced the modern human-potential movement. Though The Ten Commandments and Remarkable Men are theologically antithetical, they are cinematic first cousins. Both films suffer from an excess of piety, a shortage of humor and an infatuation with desert vistas. Still, DeMille's muscular...
...going to get through the next 4% hrs. because it's too early for a martini, and besides, you want to throw up. So you reach for that little paper bag in the seat-back pocket, and, hello! What's this? A slick, thick, technicolor magazine throbbing with lively articles on travel, finance, health, law, politics. You become so engrossed in a piece on the revitalized riverfront in SAT that you don't notice when the left wing...
They whirl around the discotheques, the baths, and the men's room at Grand Central Station, with their clear plastic belts and work boots and Technicolor T-shirts, till Sutherland overdoses and Malone disappears into Long Island Sound. Passion is a cancer; eros and thanatos, interwoven...