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...observer in mufti said it looked like "a college mixer on Mars." "Illusions," a fund-raising costume ball for Manhattan's Harkness Ballet Foundation, attracted 600 guests, including a walking Brillo pad, a spangled birdwoman and an elephantman with a trunk like a phallus. Among the party poppers: Actress Julie Newmar, who came barely disguised as a butterfly. "I thought it best not to be totally naked," confided Julie. "Just half-naked...
...particular any musical revue, the plot and concept of the show are quite weak, if you're the type who demands from a musical some correspondence with social and economic realities. The show begins in the 1970s on a street corner in Harlem, as several old-timers carrying a trunk that contains stage props and costumes from the golden years of the Harlem Renaissance are relieved of their burden by a few admiring bystanders. Naturally, they begin wondering what those days (or, more properly, nights) must have been like, and in a transformation familiar to any science fiction devotee, they...
...colder-than-expected weather, Harvard and Dartmouth mixed it up over cocktails and barbecues as they tailgated in a Memorial Field parking lot. Tailgating, an Ivy League tradition, gives one the rare opportunity to see someone's successful grandfather ('30) getting shit-faced on martinis blended on the trunk of a Mercedes...
...elephants are deeply shamed. Later that night the wisest of them, extending his trunk, licks up a dying cigar butt, and drops it in fresh straw. All 36 elephants die in the fire. Their huge souls, light as clouds, settle like doves, in the great cemetery back in Africa--...Almost nobody I've described it to likes this idea, except me. It has its weaknesses, but I like it. I hope...
...beleaguered civil servant, his massive family wedged into a small car for vacation, wonders if a last-minute phone call concerned his ailing mother-in-law; then he hears the old lady pipe up "I'm here" from somewhere in the crowd between the back seat and the trunk. The Sunday Woman does not contain enough of these modest jokes to call them saving graces. They are more like simple amenities...