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Busily at work on a series of drawings and lithographs based on Stonehenge, Henry Moore, 75, was summering at his house in Italy. Back home in England, Mme. Tussaud's Wax Museum was getting ready to unveil a likeness of Moore leaning against a pillar, on the other side of which is a wax figure of Pablo Picasso. Moore had already donated a navy blue suit, shirt, tie and handkerchief for his effigy and had been photographed and measured by Jean Fraser, the museum's chief sculptor. But after recording the last statistic, she confessed to Moore that...
...course, as the Los Angeles Times said in an editorial, "Neither will they know the seasons, or incline to the breeze, and neither will they delight the eye with their variety. Probably next we will have plastic birds and plastic butterflies, a sort of Madame Tussaud's of nature that recalls what once was, before progress triumphed...
...gaggle of catatonic turkety buzzards watching a tennis match; the penitents approached their shrine with all the fervor of the champagne cooled Boston Pops crowd. It's not that rock concerts aren't interesting anymore, there's something perversely fascinating in contemplating these ambulating escapes from Madame Tussaud's. The music, with few exception, fulfilled the audience's craving for a thousand decibel dry hump. And Howard Wales' sterile charade delivers: drum solos with all the pulse of a seconal addict; keyboard work with all the sensuousness and imagination of a computer print out; treacly singing; the stage presence...
Nigel Davenport is a steady Bothwell to Miss Redgrave, and Trevor Howard, as William Cecil, is always fun to watch, even though not at his best. The rest of the cast appear to have been plucked from the back room of Madame Tussaud...
Shot in color that may have been invented by Madame Tussaud and edited with a cleaver, The Villain is acceptable only as a glimpse of procedural tradition, the English bloodhound pursuing his accursed foe. Villain Burton's voice remains one of the most distinctive and controlled in the world. But he is no longer in charge of his face. The little piggy eyes glisten and swivel in a seamed and immobile background. Dissipation, alas, now seems less a simulacrum than a portrait...