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Born. To Princess Margrethe, 28, heiress to the Danish throne, and Prince Henrik, 33, the French-born former Count Henri de Monpezat: their first child, a son; in Copenhagen...
Died. Kees van Dongen, 91, Dutch-born painter, one of the earliest and wildest of Paris' turn-of-the-century Fauves (wild beasts); of pneumonia; in Monte Carlo. Along with his friends Georges Braque and Henri Matisse, Van Dongen rebelled against 19th century impressionism, filling his canvases with slashing brush strokes and raucous colors that enraged critics but fascinated gallery goers; and while some of the other Fauves went on to cubism, Van Dongen settled for becoming court painter ("I paint the women slimmer and their jewels fatter") for the international set, turning out glittering portraits of such luminaries...
...rhythm of French existence perceptibly altered. Hints of ennui crept in?and boredom has always been underrated as a revolutionary force. Paris was no longer the most richly alive city in Europe. Looking beneath the glittering surface of Gaullist France as long as two years ago, Yale Professor Henri Peyre, an astute France-watcher, sensed that the French, after "a prolonged seven-year itch," were "feeling nostalgic for some turbulence...
...Lautrec, Vuillard, Bonnard, and other post-impressionists. Indeed, there are those who will contend that Lautrec built solidly and indispensably on every aspect of Degas' production. Far more exciting, I feel, is the way in which his own indefatigable efforts lightened the historical burden for the next great inheritor, Henri Matisse, and facilitated the transition into the twentieth century. This was my personal discovery in the show, the piece of puzzle that so happily fell into place for me. Just as Degas was the disciple of Ingres, so Matisse, I believe, was the descendant of Degas in the classical French...
...after all the excesses and errors, considerable power abides. Tolstoy's book may not have been reliable as history or wholly satisfactory as fiction; yet it achieved, in the words of Tolstoy's biographer, Henri Troyat, "the majesty of a second Genesis." Bondarchuk's film catches part of that majesty by showing Mother Russia dressed in the 19th century's bloodstained finery, overshadowing her doomed, noble children. She, and she alone, is worth two trips to the movie house...