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...Lyriques Nationaux, he took on a ponderous load of problems as well (TIME, April 27, 1962). Mired in a vast swamp of bureaucracy, militant unions and second-rate talent, the state-operated Paris Opera had foundered helplessly for nearly two decades. Five postwar administrators had promised revolution, only to sink quietly into the morass. Some tried staging productions à la Folies-Bergère, featuring flights of ballerinas being hoisted to heaven on wires, madly flapping their arms and showering rose petals while spray guns hissed perfume into the audience. But the audiences hissed right back, and the Paris Opera...
First the man crows about the faith ful pump in his sink, the new icebox and his coal-burning stove. The year is about 1898. All these relics are choreo graphed to gush rusty water, pop open, or glow genially while he talks. The revolving audience sees him in three additional incarnations-in the '20s, the '40s, and today in his ultimate, modern G.E. home, with indirect colored lighting and clear-plastic, form-fitting kitchen chairs. The older appliances are wonders to behold. But the plastic man's life gets duller as it progresses...
...half-mad sheep dog forever nipping at the flock, loping in circles, barking "Go home!" at people in his way. Ingrid Bergman is every inch an actress as she sits in a makeup chair and tells the man with the eye shadow how some magazine is obviously out to sink a knife into actresses one and all. Duke Wayne, in Spain with the Circus World, fluffs a line as if he were breaking a thick stick over his knee. Delicious Claudia Cardinale, practicing her own lines near by, struggles hard not to say belly when she means bully...
Nellie flies around through the narrow paths left between great piles of possessions, tending to his wants. Clothes are in the sink, boxes and packages are on the chairs; Monk's grand piano stands in the kitchen, the foundation for a tower of forgotten souvenirs, phone books, a typewriter, old magazines and groceries. From his bed Monk announces his wishes ("Nellie! Ice cream!"), and Nellie races to serve; she retaliates gently by calling him "Melodious Thunk" in quiet mutters over the sink...
...musicians be themselves. "A man's a genius just for looking like himself," he will say. "Play yourself!" With such injunctions in the air, the quartet's performances are uneven. Some nights all four play as though their very lives are at stake; some nights, wanting inspiration, all four sink without a bubble. But it is part of Monk's mystique never to fire anyone. He just waits, hoping to teach, trusting that a man who cannot learn will eventually sense the master's indifference and discreetly abandon ship...