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THEATER On Broadway POOR RICHARD. Jean Kerr is still wearing the life-of-the-party grin from Mary, Mary, but behind the witticisms something sobering denies that life is that kind of party at all. With Alan Bates playing a lyric poet turned wench charmer and lush, the comedy is less funny than Mary, Mary but more probingly perceptive...
...outgoing wench-charmer. Julie is miserly of person and property. She locks up salami in a wall safe, sets rattraps to maim any hand that gropes under the sofa for the hidden vodka, and religiously snaps off lights. Lou breaks into the salami safe and religiously snaps on lights. After this epic depiction of character, Playwright Slade can do nothing but tuck the twosome...
...baffled playgoers may feel that she is singing in tongues. As it happens, missing the show's lines is a fringe benefit, unless one relishes lame quips ("For someone who was a postmaster-general of North America, you could have written"), exclamatory archaisms ("By thunder, I know the wench!") or arch witticism ("I invented bifocals because I thought a man should be able to see the girl in his arms at one and the same time as her husband coming in at the far door...
Unlike most feminine pornography heroines, Candy is not a wild girl in search of thrills. Desire is her constant enemy. Where a wench like Fanny Hill luxuriated in a good, and preferably unusual, roll in the hay, Candy accepts pleasure only as "the price of loveliness and the key to the beautiful privilege of giving fully...
...Richardson (The Entertainer, A Taste of Honey) has made the novel into an absolutely magnificent movie. The film is a way-out, walleyed, wonderful exercise in cinema. It is also a social satire written in blood with a broadaxe. It is bawdy as the British were bawdy when a wench had to wear five petticoats to barricade her virtue. It is as beautiful in Eastman Color as England is in spring. And it is one of the funniest farces anybody anywhere has splattered on a screen since Hollywood lost the recipe for custard...