Word: tree
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...play, the audience should be relieved and tired--relieved that they, like Berenger, didn't grow horns, and tired from fighting the herd along with him. They aren't, for Barend fails to communicate; his delivery is slurred and his funny lines dribble out like sap from a rubber tree. He plays a weak foil to a fine supporting cast, and is nearly forgotten in his scenes with Jean, Daisy, and M. Dudard (James Beard). Barend even spoils Ionesco's counterpoint in the first act, where lines, roles, and arguments flow from one character to another in a masterpiece...
...celebrated criticism of Nehru is that he resembles India's banyan tree, which proverbially kills every other organism that grows in its shade. In the wake of three parliamentary by-election defeats last spring, Nehru announced that he would ask a dozen top Cabinet and state ministers to resign from the government in order to let them go to work revitalizing the party organization and rebuilding its strength among the voters. But the Kamaraj* plan was really used by the Prime Minister as a ruse to flush out all the top contenders for his own job. There is even...
...difference between going to a man's apartment and seeing him alone in yours is much the same as that which certain small boys find between the flavor of cherries eaten in the highest branches of the tallest tree and those same cherries on the dinner table...
Under the Yum-Yum Tree. "Let's live together but not sleep together," says an all-American jane (Carol Lynley) to an all-American jerk (Dean Jones). "That way we can test our character compatibility." Ugh? But don't go away. The plot doesn't really matter in this Hollywood version of the corny, porny comedy that ran for a season (1960-61) on Broadway. The only thing that matters is Jack Lemmon...
...Saporta's skill at clicking off brisk, precise, sensuous sentences with the cool ease of a man spinning coins on a marble table. But it owes much to his use of the literary come-on. On one page, for example, Dagmar is seen standing next to a Christmas tree. "Through the tree's branches," writes Saporta, "Dagmar looks like one more fantastic toy . . . She is naked." The page ends there. The reader-at least the male reader-turns expectantly to the next page. No Dagmar. And turn or shuffle as he will, he never gets to the other...