Word: done
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...less traditional Hollywood matinee idol. The resemblance ends right there. He rejects the Hollywood scene, and his conversation is a pressagent's nightmare. "Let's face it," he confides with the sort of intensity that adds volumes to every sentence. "If you want to get anything done in Hollywood, you've got to fight. It's just one big battle out there, and I don't need that." If Redford can virtually write his own ticket now, it was a privilege won only after long wrangles with agents and legal battles over suitable roles with...
Private Lives epitomizes these characteristics. It is 40 years old and as young as tomorrow evening. The present production is stylish, smart, and bubbles with frivolity. Coward creates the aura of anticipatory delight. Momentarily, one expects something scandalous to be said, something bizarre to be done, characters to be mesmerically drawn to each other and just as galvanically repulsed by each other. Just as F. Scott Fitzgerald threw iridescent parties in his novels, Coward has saturated his plays with the ambience of sophistication. One always seems to be slumming upwards at a Coward play, forever lingering on a moonlit terrace...
...everybody, of course, likes Bailey. Or the book. One British reviewer called it "a lugubrious epitaph for our waning decade." Muggeridge called the whole effort commercial bananas. Even Bailey doesn't exactly promote it when he says: "I've done a superficial book about a superficial period." Maybe. But perhaps a more apt summing-up of Goodbye is its last-line appraisal of the decade itself-"It was great fun. Sure...
...Comic is damaged by Sunday Supplement color and cutting that might have been done with garden shears. Perhaps as a consequence, Columbia Pictures decided to hold it at arm's length, a flop to be forgotten. A flop, perhaps. Forgotten, hardly. For The Comic contains the most ambitious performance of Van Dyke's career, a resolutely unglamorous close-up of a string-necked, right-wing Angeleno, faded by sun and circumstance...
...instance. But it is so flecked with tragedy as to seem almost unreal. This is how it went: At the start, a poor Bronx childhood, dropout from school, succession of odd jobs and petty thieving. Then Lahr tries burlesque just for fun and is hooked ("I would have done 20 shows a day. It was like a shot of -dope? Adrenalin?"). He rises to vaudeville, lives with and eventually marries his act partner, reaches Broadway while at home his wife is going insane ("She laughed at me, John. Laughed when I was making love to her"). Reluctantly, Lahr...