Word: thriller
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...wonderful to see Olivier this often these days, and it almost doesn't matter that the movies are so bad. If only he could liven up every dumb thriller or grace every little comedy. And if only he could go back to the stage too, and do Lear and Prospero and any new, good play that comes along. Screw Hitler--let's clone Oliver...
...people who cooked up this thrill-less thriller are not entirely incompetent: they have brought Robert Morley back to the screen. In the role of a haughty gourmet-magazine editor, Morley puts on a hilarious show: He pats his gargantuan stomach as lovingly as a child might fondle a stuffed Teddy bear. He raises his bushy eyebrows so high that one expects them to graze the ceiling. He turns the mere act of getting up from lunch into a dainty comic ballet. Ordered by his doctor to lose weight-half his weight-Morley adamantly refuses. "I have eaten...
Puccini: La Fanciulla del West (Soprano Carol Neblett, Tenor Placido Domingo, Baritone Sherrill Milnes; Chorus and Orchestra of the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, Zubin Mehta, conductor; Deutsche Grammophon; 3 LPs). Fanciulla (1910) is a second-rate Italian opera comically posing as a shoot-'em-up thriller. Neblett makes a dramatic frontier heroine. Domingo, as her lover, sings everyone else under the bar, and Milnes is dashingly villainous. With Mehta in the saddle, chorus and orchestra ride smartly home...
...vnthesized the rock right out of their music. Townshend's use of the synthesizer has always been comparatively restrained; if he never explored new frontiers, neither did he emasculate his group's music. This approach pays off on Who Are You, in songs like "The Music Must Change," a thriller in which the sound swells like an electronic tide rising and falling behind the rhythym section...
...issues raised by Laura's photographs are never worked into the story; the heroine's psychic powers have no bearing on the solution of the murder case. Laura Mars quickly devolves into a prosaic whodunit with a gyp of an ending. What could have been a classy thriller like Klute or Don't Look Now seems instead an endless episode of Charlie's Angels...