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The lump in my throat stayed there all the way through the late Carmen Miranda’s session « ; with Jimmy Dv| rante . Leonard Bernstein’s articu‘late treatise on jazz on Omnibus was the finest explanation of this form of music that I’ve ever heard ‘and it should be incorporated in every text book and curriculum ... All I could think of after watching William Saroyan’s “A Midsummer Daydream” on the Sereen Directors Playhouse was that William Saroyan simply talks too much, Some of his talk was good but my ears got tired ... Little Cecil Kellaway wes simply adorable as the quaint and cunning forger of ‘Private History” on Studio One, and the show itself was altogether winning. Although the Jerome Ross script may not have been of Pulitzer Prize calibre, at least it was bright and light, and a pleasant relief from the down-beat dramatic fare TV seems to be concentrating on of late . Sid Caesar going through the motions of playing “The Grieg Concerto” (while Pittsburgh boy Ear] Wild was actually at the piano) left me limp with laughter.
Cecil Kellaway
Jackie Gleason hasn’t even come close to hitting the bull’s-eye so far this season, and I find myself invariably switching back to Perry Como I’d have preferred if Mary Martin and Noel Coward
hadn’t kept “Ninety Minutes Is a Long, Long Time.” They’re both skilled entertainers and their “Together with
reminding me_ that
Music” was a show laden with goodies, but I must confess that an hour and a half was just a little too long.
I’m afraid Maurice Evans’ production of “Alice in Wonderland” didn’t quite catch the spirit of Lewis Carroll’s classic. The charms were scattered and the whole thing never caught fire ...I still haven’t shaken loose from the shattering performances of Paul Newman in the title role and Frederick O’Neal as “Bugs” in the Playwrights ’56 whiplashing version of Ernest Hemingway’s “The Battler.” A real dramatic blockbuster, that’s what it was.
Any more story-lines for Milton Berle like “State of Confusion” and ill buy back my introduction to him... That second-year jinx may be latching on to George Gobel, too. My enthusiasm for him has been waning the past few Saturday nights, and I can’t understand how the sparkle has evaporated almost overnight. Lonesome George may be in for a cold and lonesome winter if the writing doesn’t improve quickly . . . Caught a good one on the TV Reader’s Digest series called “Child Pioneer,’ which featured a gang of youngsters, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there simply isn’t any such thing as a bad kid actor these days.
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