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...study and an unintended indictment of the forms & symbols that circumscribe its people, The Dybbuk is important. As cinema it is tedious, technically crude, lacking in coherence. Here and there are pictorial groupings, interesting enough in themselves, but poorly related in the general clutter of hyper-religious abracadabra and the familiar hocus-pocus of third-rate melodrama. The mere mention of Kabala brings on thunder-and-lightning overtones; a departing soul is the signal for banging casements, flickering candles, fluttering curtains. Valiantly pushing its way through is a slender story of a boy (L. Libgold) and a girl (Lili Liliana...
Waiter Marlowe found it hard to get used to the poor wages and strait-jacket discipline of English waiters, but harder to stomach the double-dyed snobbery of his fellows, the hyper-finickiness of aged guests. He was mighty glad to go to sea again. Three months after her maiden voyage he made a trip on the Queen Mary. It was his hardest job. Eighteen-hour shifts, plus the teeth-rattling vibration in crew quarters directly over the propellers, made him pine for land once more...
Englishman Auden, however, does not allow such a lump of purely democratic emotion to stick in his throat for long. He clears it out with an elaborate, witty, rhymed, five-part letter to hyper-aristocratic English Poet Lord Byron. In this sophisticated, not entirely mock-serious composition, Poet Auden confides his thoughts about English literature in general, about his own life and times in particular, points a pretty straight finger at the hot spot on which up-to-the-minute literates fry perforce. His view of his fellow poets is neither encouraging nor hopeless : . . . many are in tears...
Novel-reading admirers of Ernest Hemingway, who boasts that he sharply distinguishes in his own mind between Novelist Hemingway (gruesome, gory, hyper-cynical) and Journalist Hemingway (objective, conscientious and in good taste), were struck by his description of signs of Italian valor on the battlefield of "little Caporetto" or Brihuega last week. "The scrub oak woods," cabled Journalist Hemingway, "are still full of Italian dead that burial squads have not yet reached. Tank tracks lead to where they died, not as cowards but defending skillfully constructed machine-gun and automatic-rifle positions, where the tanks found them and where they...
...have tried so hard to make their product entertaining that one is somehow won over by the pervasive enthusiasm, and persuaded to forgive them the lack of any brilliance. Their attempts at social comment are especially feeble. They apparently felt that no play could dare to appear before this hyper-socially-conscious world without some reference to President Roosevelt, the American race problem, Communism, and "Comes the Revolution", even if that play be an avowed farce. Their allusions to these matters betray an awkwardness and an uneasiness and nothing more...