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They are easy to miss-at first. Arikha loathes spectacle and the tyranny of impact; his paintings, small, low-colored, high-keyed, are owls, not peacocks. They are single images, enumerations of ordinary objects-a battered pair of black shoes, a stoneware jug, or a bunch of asparagus tied in blue paper set down with an odd, veiled discomposure. The size of the painting laconically follows the size of its subject. Isolated and closely scrutinized, these motifs give Arikha's canvases a likeness (insofar as painting can ever resemble writing) to the elliptical sentences of his friend Samuel Beckett...
...place in the North Bronx of 1963-a no man's land pockmarked by dilapidated apartment developments. The characters are the Italian American high school kids who belong to the Wanderers, a gang that is forever rumbling with black and Chinese rivals as well as with a grotesque bunch named the Fordham Baldies, led by the enormous Erland van Lidth de Jeude. Between the skirmishes, the movie charts typical teenage rituals. Even the Wanderers must cope, in their own semiverbal way, with parents, love, sex and the prospect of leaving home...
...discover sex and intimacy. After several of his propositions were defeated, he opted for a hot dog. Then he ran screaming to the beach and told passersby he was going to swim to England "where its beautiful." He tried, but his body was discovered the following night by a bunch of fraternity jocks who were sitting out on the beach drinking by a resort motel...
...prisoners imaginable. There is an old-tuner called Doc (Roberts Blossom), who raises chrysanthemums and paints portraits, not to mention a literary librarian (Paul Benjamin) and a cuddly Italian (Frank Ronzio) with a pet mouse. Next to these lovable guys, an average Boy Scout troop would seem like a bunch of Bowery bums. The warden (Patrick McGoohan), of course, is a sadistic horror. He speaks in malevolent epigrams ("Some are never destined to leave Alcatraz - alive") and carries on what appears to be a kinky relationship with his pocket nail clipper...
...ought to have sprouted a long, pointy mustache for his Richard III so he could twirl it. Returning to the stage for this limited engagement (through July 15) at Broadway's Cort Theater, the man who mumbled so effectively through two Godfathers on-screen turns Shakespeare's "bunch-back'd toad" into a smarmy caricature villain out of silent movies and old comic strips; he personifies the sort of dastard who forecloses the mortgage on the family farm and threatens the virtue of fair young damsels...