Word: tediousness
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...call Sunday the proudest day of his life, what else can it be for the rest of us? And yes, Spiro, if you want to go to Mars, we're all for it as long as, next time, more color cameras are on board. For despite a few tedious stretches necessarily involved in transversing the macromiles, Apollo 11 carried off a splendid show. Despite the billions it cost, it was worth it. As even the usually jaded Walter Cronkite kept repeating Sunday afternoon, "Oh, boy!" Yes, Walter, for once we agree. Oh, boy! is correct...
Beatrice and Benedick, then, are far and away the most engrossing personages in the play. And even in productions in which the serious plot is tedious, it is essential that the man and woman who play this sharp-tongued pair be evenly matched--otherwise the result is fatally unbalanced...
...director like John Ford, if he thought this tedious two-hour tale worth the telling, could have done it in a tight ninety minutes. Leone spends most of his time focusing on the actors' eyes squinting tensely into the camera lens. The intent is operatic, but the effect is soporific. Stuck in this gluepot horse opera, such veteran range hands as Henry Fonda, Claudia Cardinale and Keenan Wynn struggle helplessly and often hysterically. But the picture, such as it is, belongs to Charles Bronson. A flinty character actor who has appeared in everything from The Great Escape...
Some of the other stories are better than Asimov's pitiful offering; some are worse. In "Budget Planet," Robert Sheckley has god speaking with a Yiddish accent. I'm not an especially reverent man, but I was grossed out, K. M. O'Donnell wrote a tedious novella called "Final War" which, he ways, is about "neither war nor death." He goes on to say that it is, in fact, about "the polarization of existences re-enacted on several levels over and again and if that makes no sense, I suppose human life makes no sense either." O'Donnell is, unfortunately...
This year the editors have included a good deal less of the much-vilified Yearbook writing than usual. What copy there is, though, primarily concerns some of the most tedious identity crises ever recorded. Apparently the book is out to capture what the Harvard experience feels like rather than what happened here last year, but the verbal talent to bring off such an enterprise is nowhere to be found in Three Thirty Three. The editors have consistently let slip past their red pencils verbosity ("the University has long been cognizant of the fact that the issues involved transcend the sphere...