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...means of labored and intricate composition. We find no straining at the leash of any one part to break into prominence and destroy the equilibrium which exists. The Sargent paintings, on the other hand, although interesting and well done, prove only that Sargent knew how to handle a brush. His remarkable dexterity is admirably suited for his subject matter, which consists primarily of wooded scenes and luxuriant foliage, done in a swiftly executed, impressionistic manner. Sargent represented nature in a style that certainly indicates that he knew what he was seeing; Hopper, however, interprets nature in a way that leads...
Over France today is the spectre of another march on Paris, another siege, another occupation. Worse still, there is peril from the air. But a "peace" worse than Versailles? Excusable, under any circumstances? Practical? Suddenly Vag decided to brush up on his background facts, and resolved to go to Harvard 6 this noon to hear Donald C. McKay on "Bismarck and the Unification of Germany...
With World War II it was surer than shellfire that somebody would brush the dust off this old scarehead. A small new company brought the title up to date as Hitler, the Beast of Berlin, tacked it to a film about the horrors of concentration camps. The picture might have been spurlos versenkt itself had not worried Director Irwin Esmond-of N. Y. State's Education Department (Motion Picture Division) called it "inhuman, sacrilegious and tending to incite to crime." New York censors promptly banned it, almost as quickly reversed their ban after the title was changed to Beasts...
...such second-grader is athletic, tooth-brush-mustached William Primrose, who plays the principal viola part in Arturo Toscanini's NBC Symphony. Last week Primrose temporarily added himself to the world-famed Budapest Quartet (TIME, Nov. 13) to play quintets for Manhattan's persnickety New Friends of Music...
...creasing their faces and withering their voices. There they sit, listening to the echoes of long-dead applause, hoping "their public" will call them back to the boards. Not very attractive material, but the French don't seem to worry about the superficial aesthetics of their pictures. They just brush up some sure-fire actors, plaster them with depressing make-up, and let the cameras grind. In the really good French films, they create an aesthetic standard all their own. This standard, grim and gory, vaguely reminiscent of some wind-swept parts of Wagner, is like a bucketful of cold...