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...Helen Hayes through some listless paces as a saintly pioneer in Arizona, but she was largely overborne by Apaches, mesas of filmed cacti and a soporific script. On G.E. Theater's The Bitter Choice, Anne Baxter was hopelessly involved-and tearily terrible-as an Army nurse whose deliberate anger was supposed to scalpel through a G.I.'s shell of apathy. As Social Lioness Dolly Madison trying to make a Washington comeback, a bespectacled and bewigged Bette Davis had her moments on Ford Theater, but Bette's vehicle, Footnote on a Doll, was far too rickety...
MOST U.S. citizens regard Canada with an inattentive but warmly sentimental friendship ("They're just like us!") which Canadians find exasperating. Last month Canadian irritation was sharpened by a U.S. Senate report questioning the loyalty of Canadian Diplomat Herbert Norman, Ambassador to Egypt. It turned to nationwide anger when Norman threw himself to death from a Cairo rooftop. Then Canada's own government confirmed part of the subcommittee's assertions. Anger died away, and questions crowded in. Was Norman really a Communist Party member during his student days? Was the Canadian government aware of the extent...
Last week's interim raise of 5% for G.P.s and dentists was designed to stave off mounting anger among doctors, but it settled nothing. The chairman of a doctors' negotiating committee who favored accepting the government's plan was forced by angry colleagues to resign. Britain's doctors carried on-overworked as usual-hopelessly divided among themselves as to the best tactics to pursue, but unanimous in feeling underpaid...
Steam & Sentiment. What Anger lacked in plot, sense and good taste it made up for in steam and sentiment. If Playwright Osborne succeeded in being only half-acid, his admirers did not seem to mind. One evening last autumn Sir Laurence Olivier went backstage after a performance, politely wondered aloud if Osborne might have a part for him in any new play. Very much in character, Osborne superciliously replied: "I don't know-possibly." Then he began remixing a batch of anger in process called The Entertainer so that its lead-a sodden, cynical, third-rate music-hall trouper...
Excesses of spleen and puerility are seldom a playwright's assets. John Osborne, who can rant as forcefully as he rambles pointlessly, would doubtless be a bore as a mellow young man. But if he risks less anger some day, he can probably say more...