Word: thuds
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...time in the 1950s when the problem of divided Germany was on everyone's lips. Today it is seldom discussed. France and Britain seem uninterested, and in the U.S. there is equal indifference. One reason perhaps is the recent vogue for anti-Nazi popular culture. The thud of jackboots across the bestseller lists (Armageddon, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich), the screen (Judgment at Nuremberg, The Longest Day) and the stage (The Deputy, Incident at Vichy) tends to make many Americans think of Germany in terms of its bloody past...
Under Newley's imaginative direction, and Gillian Lynne's lively choreography, Greasepaint bounces idiotically along, though its sound and fury ends with a thud. Newley, a director as well as an author and actor, certainly is talented enough to stage, with decent material, an intelligent and entertaining show. But as long as he builds his castles out of ashes, they will, like this one, all fall down...
Director Delbert Mann, who filmed Marty ten years ago, has enlisted many gifted people to keep Dear Heart thudding along. Thud it does, because it lacks the tough, painful insights that made Marty's small world loom large. Actress Page, who can make a wallflower look like a man-eating plant, strives to read depth and pathos into a role that cracks under the strain, for Scenarist Tad Mosel's out-of-towners can only be taken lightly. They are stereotypes swathed in homespun, plain folks played for hicks...
...whole town of Fort Knox is gassed to death or whether Goldfinger does finally break the bank. Will the scene be more spectacular than the gilded ladies, golden Rolls-Royces, and pernicious laser rays which preceded it? Since the answer is no, the movie ends with an anti-climatic thud (or, rather, rustle; Bond and girl assume their usual, final positions beneath a parachute...
Nevertheless, as the story unfolds the beauty becomes a bit boring, the sense of déjà vu insists, the characters swell into symbols, the symbols dissolve into words and the words fall on the ear with a soft, fruity thud. "I have waited so long." "I have searched so long." "One cannot choose in life...