Word: wilderness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Once in a while, a fellow forgets where he is. "Americans," wrote Thornton Wilder, "are abstract." For the most part, he believed, we identify ourselves more by our future than by our circumstance. "I am I," Wilder said, "because my plans characterize me." Strangely enough, it seems to be to this principle that the Hasty Pudding entertainment devotes itself: to the confidence that the money will always be there, to a tradition rigidly in place for years after its power to amuse has ended, not so much to the idea of men in women's clothing, but to just which...
...click click click click click click flash fondling my camera and with each movement wrapping it tighter around her body. I was coiled, firing away at the red-centered bull's eye. Elizabeth Taylor had come to town, not our town, nor Thornton Wilder's, but Harvard Square, home of the ivy laurels and the very...
George Caldwell is not much of a hero, but once aboard the Silver Streak, a sleek train bound from Los Angeles to Chicago, he finds heroism thrust upon him. George (Gene Wilder) is the kind of guy who has his hands full even when he's not carrying anything, so he is hardly equal to the challenge. Say this for him though: he is a dogged fellow, and his blithering persistence manages to keep the villains tellingly off balance...
...MacArthur's wildman farce The Front Page by turning Hildy Johnson into a woman, and one who was trying to excise herself from the male society she had tailored herself into. She can't do it. Hecht and MacArthur's play proved that it was not indestructable when Billy Wilder made it move like a sludge barge. His Girl Friday is louder and faster than any other movie ever made. Cary Grant did everything right as Walter Burns; it must have been a great surprise to see him work in this sort of part after the more submissive work...
...Seven-Per-Cent Solution puts one wistfully in mind of Billy Wilder's The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (1970), a lovely, melancholy evocation of the master sleuth. It was a ravishing movie, misunderstood and ignored on its first release. Now should be just the time for another look at it. The movie features portraits of Holmes (by Robert Stephens) and Watson (by Colin Blakely) that are virtually definitive and thoroughly captivating. Director Wilder showed respect for Conan Doyle, with out slavish devotion, and managed to make the two sleuths real men even as he dealt with them...