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+ [LL NEVER FORGET WHATS S NAME
(Universal) Technicolor 97 mins, Orson Welles, Oliver Reed, Carol White, Harry Andrews, Michael Horden, Frank Finlay, Wendy Craig.
Producer-director Michael Winner has, if you will pardon the pun, a winner in this off-beat social satire. Mr. Welles makes his short but strong characterization as the advertising tycoon a pleasure to eye and ear. Oliver Reed will no doubt find it difficult to secure as rewarding a role in future films whereas Miss White has already gone on to bigger and better roles— namely, POOR COW. Otto Heller’s technicolor photography is another credit to be listed. Unfortunately I‘LL NEVER FORGET WHAT'S ’‘S NAME will not be a boxoffice blockbuster and this is most regrettable. It is a film full of many good things, cinematic and cerebral, and proves once again that our current crop of directors is replacing the personality stars of yesteryear. This new breed of film pioneers is using the art of the screen in a much more imaginative and incisive manner. Although Shakespear’s admonition that ‘the play’s the thing’ is still valid today, the way it is presented may be of equal significance—at least on the screen.
* THE PRODUCERS
(Embassy-I.F.D.) 88 mins. Technicolor—Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder, Dick Shawn and Estelle Winwood.
The wacky world of comedy gets its comeuppance with this way-out excursion into the absurd, written and directed by a master of the genre, Mel Brooks. The cinema has always delighted in the zany—from the early Melies melees of mayhem and madcap, through the Keystone and Mack Sennett gag days, to the hey day of Laurel G Hardy, the brothers Marx, et al. Perhaps one must be ina receptive frame of mind for this screwball stew but if caught up in it, a hell of a howl is in store. Fortunately, the tale is not cluttered with a side love affair to cater to the romantics and thus slow the flow of action and words. It is strictly presented to induce laughter and it does most successfully. Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder are perfectly matched a sthe pirate producer and his nouveau-crooked accountant. Dick Shawn as a hippy Hitler makes us wonder how such talent is still floating around in supporting roles. Let us hope Mr. Brooks is given more opportunities to display his weird, wondrous wit.
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