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...usual, soprano, apparently on the theory that only girls are nice enough to be angels: he fancy-pants around with his camera in a ludicrous gilt-plaster palace that looks as if it were made of baroque-candy; and he ever-so-reverently overdresses his hovel scenes till they gloom and glow like cheap reproductions of Murillo...
...this picture-which was written by Inge but heavily edited and then directed by Kazan-a relatively simple story of adolescent love and frustration in a small Midwestern town has been jargoned-up and chaptered-out till it sounds like an angry psychosociological monograph describing the sexual mores of the heartless heartland...
...quizzically. "Why," he wonders, "did you share the bird with me?" Macario grins a sly peasant grin. "When you appear, there is no time left. I figured that while you ate your half I'd have time to eat mine." Death throws back his head and laughs till the tears of dust run down his stony cheeks. "You have fed me," he says then, "and you have even made me laugh. For that I shall give you what no man has ever had before." A spring leaps out of the ground, and with its occult water, Death replenishes Macario...
Hours before curtain time, 10,000 people pressed behind police lines to watch the first-night show; many lingered till midnight at their sidewalk stations, peeping through the glass sides of the block-long building as the crowd inside washed down cookies with Rhineland champagne. A fleet of taxis and Mercedes limousines flowed onto Bismarckstrasse, off RichardWagner-Platz, to deliver the cream of West Berlin society, the entire West Berlin Senate, West Berlin Mayor Willy Brandt, Federal President Heinrich Lübke, retired U.S. General Lucius Clay, and 21 assorted ambassadors up from Bonn for the occasion...
...insidiously back to the dear, safe days when he was a pretty little boy among pretty little girls who adored him and made no demands. But now he is no longer a little boy, and when he tries to behave like one, the games get stranger and stranger, till one day he finds himself alone in the woods with a ten-year-old girl, breathing hard and gliding close to the terrified child. Before anything worse can happen she starts to cry. He stares, staggers, vomits. At the trial, he declares his guilt and makes no defense. In prison...