Word: richardson
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...officials to produce his story on how mass production of the lightweight M-16 rifle, sorely needed in Viet Nam, had been delayed by Pentagon indecision for seven years. When the Army finally placed its orders, he discovered, it was paying General Motors $316 for each gun, and Harrington & Richardson $250, even while Colt was offering it for $104. Moreover, the Army had rejected yet another bid, by the Maremont Corp., that would have saved $20 million. Rothberg's stories touched off congressional probes and led to a law requiring the Army to consider price in contract awards...
...ways of keeping the machinations rolling. The prologue, written by Goldsmith as a parody of once popular, tear-drenched death scenes, is played with lilting stylization. Alas, it's the only sustained bit of mannered playing. Too much of what follows is done with a calculated ribaldry derivative of Richardson's Tom Jones. Mr. Hardcastle (Ed Etsten), the lord of the manor, must be given the dubious honor of a lifetime membership in Santa's Village. He tries so hard to be elfishly cop any winning that I'm sure his boundless energy will result in a heart attack along...
...minor roles, Jane Jackson as Argan's sinister wife and David Richardson, as the hopelessly inept Thomas Diafoirus, stand out. But many of the others don't quite know what to do with their roles. Jan Gough, as Angelique, is like a starry-eyed, dim-witted girl from Vassar. Burton Gaige, her lover, who wears a brown jacket, enormous gold pantaloons, and a long curly blond wig, looks more like the Cowardly Lion than Achilles. And Mike Kapetan, as Beralde, who should be the raisonneur of the play, is for some reason dressed in bright purple...
...JOHN S. RICHARDSON Princeton...
Ultimately the real concern of this movie is not to tell us what the Charge of the Light Brigade meant, but simply to show us how it looked. And this, for all the cast of thousands and the vast expanses of eerie, treeless Turkish landscape, is something which Richardson doesn't really succeed in doing. Individual sequences are sometimes breathtaking--Nolan delivering the order to charge from the heights, the Brigade advancing down the valley at a slow trot, the final torrential surge of the survivors through the Russian cannon. But hovering above the whole elaborately-conceived spectacle...