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Anouilh, best known in the U.S. for Becket and The Lark, likes to divide his plays into categories, calling some "black," like Antigone, some "rose," like Time Remembered, others "brillant" (sparklingly theatrical mixtures of the light and dark), like The Rehearsal, and still others "grating"-Waltz of the Toreadors. But everything Anouilh does springs from a pervading and indivisible pessimism. He is a cynic uncongealed: the wound remains open. Abandoned ideals and buoyancies can be seen within. And when he turns on the times, his bite is bitter: "Give us a bit more comfort! That's our battle...
Edwardian Flavor. Warm with his friends, bloodlessly cruel toward strangers, Anouilh can be arrogantly self-assured one moment and glibly self-deprecating the next. When an English director commented that Waltz of the Toreadors was a good play but the Paris production had been a mess, Anouilh shrugged and explained: "Yes, I directed it." He prefers to work with unknown or even bad actors so that he can dictate their every gesture and intonation. In the Paris version of The Rehearsal, he broke this custom by casting Jean-Louis Barrault as the count, but soon he was saying to Barrault...
...away from God. He remains pure-his decencies are legion-but not without a struggle. "I cannot ask you to kiss me while you are still married to the church," Romy purrs, "but in Vienna it is a sin even for a married man not to dance the waltz." And Actress Schneider makes twice-around-the-ballroom seem a soul-shattering experience for any male...
...from my brother-in-law" (otherwise known as the President of the U.S.). Around her neck was a choker of pearls; a circlet of flowers crowned her high brown hair. She was on the arm of her 66-year-old father, Hugh D.-shy, elegant, and hugely proud to waltz her alone around the floor. The chore of greeting the 1,000-odd guests on the receiving line was over, and Janet could begin to enjoy the biggest night of her young life...
...Somewhere there's mu-u-u-sic, how high the moon?" sang the twelve voices of Mary Ford, while Les Paul furiously strummed what sounded like a million electric guitars. From 1948 to 1953, their "new sound" sold millions of hit recordings such as Tennessee Waltz and Mockin'bird Hill. While rock 'n' roll eventually knocked them off the top of the platter heap, the electronically blended couple remained a TV and nightclub attraction. But alas, after 14 years of marriage, there was no mu-u-u-sic somewhere. Mary is now suing for separate maintenance...