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33 hours, 3 countries, 5 cities, 1 performance
33 hours, 3 countries, 5 cities, 1 performance
I left San Francico at 2pm on Saturday and flew the 11 hour flight to Frankfurt where I cleared customs swiftly, and tried to find a place to sleep in the airport. I found a little bench and lay my head down, imagined Ariadne's sweet hands rubbing my head, and I flickered off into sweet sleep. I awoke suddenly to the sound of German shouting. "Achtung!" I opened my eyes and a thumb of a man in a bright orange helmet was tapping me with a pointing stick and shouting something loud and sharp which I didn't understand. I worked out that we were not allowed to sleep in the airport. It was ok to sit, but it was not ok to fall asleep. I sat up and put on my sunglasses. This 4 foot tall, chubby little person would wake me three more times. Several hours later I boarded a flight for Lisbon. Upon my arrival I was met by Pedro who took me to the water and we had a coffee and talked about everything. Then we went to a rooftop restaurant and shared a meal. Then we rushed to the train station and I boarded my first class coach to Faro. Along the ride I shared my compartment with a 12 year old Portugese girl with a huge leather and rhinestone hello kitty purse. he clacked her phone's ey pad with her long plastic fingernails, and I tried to sleep. Upon my arrival in Faro I was met by Antonio who said to me "These are Persol?" I had to think for a moment. He meant my eyeglasses. "Yes" I said. "Very fashion." He said to me and then gave me a long, and thoughtful look. We drove in his lovely car to the hotel, a little villa to myself in the middle of nowhere. I relaxed and ate, and took a little nap. He returned for me at 3:30 in the morning and we drove to the club in Albufeira. I played a two hour set, and it was magical. By the end of my performance the men were crying, the women were screaming, and everyone was singing along. I was mobbed in the DJ Booth, surrounded by arms, and words, and kisses, and love. I was unable to get out of the little booth. It took three security guards and the owner of the club to extract me from the arms of so much love. They pulled me from the club, and deposited me into a car, and waved as it roaded out of sight. It was likely at this point that I would not make my train in time. The drive from Albufeira to Faro typically takes 35 - 45 minutes depending on traffic and we only had 30 minutes before the train left. My drived did not speak, he floored it. We roared down the dark little two lane road as the sun slowly rose up into a purple sky. I was soaking wet and out of breath from the show. I was car sick from the road. We pulled into a small alley, and at the end of it was a cafe and a brick archway. He stopped the car, pulled up the emergency brake and simply said, "Faro." I grabbed my bags and ran for the train. It had just begun to move. I jumped into the last car, and made my way through the compartments until I came to my seat in car 1, stowed my bags, sat down, and fell asleep at last. I woke up later, the sun was blasting in my face, I put on my sunglasses and went back to sleep. I opened my eyes when the train lurched to a stop back in Lisbon station. I got my bags and walked out onto the platform, down the stairs, and into the mid level plaza above the underground shopping area. I didn't see Pedro, who had assured me that he would meet me there to drive me to the airport. So I took a lime green plastic seat and ordered an espresso and smoked a cigarette and stared off into the distance for 45 minutes. Eventually I decided that if I didn't leave for the airpport I would miss my flight, so I walked down the stairs to the curb and poked my head into a taxi and said "How much to the airport?" The woman behind the wheel shrugged. I said again," Quando questa para Airoporto?" in my very best spanish accent. She rolled her eyes and tapped the meter. "No se." "10 Euros? 20 Euros?" "No se." I got into the car and we were off. The airport turned out to be about 5 blocks away. It was 3 Euros 40 Euro Cents. Not a problem. I gave her a lovely tip and she laughed at it. I hustled into the airport and found my gate and noticed that security in Europe is quite a bit different, far more pleasant than in American airports. I didn't need to remove my shoes, my belt, or take anything out of my packs. I just put my bags on the x-ray machine's belt, and walked through. Everyone smiled. There were no announcements about fear, shame, or terror. It was very nice. I closed my eyes in my seat on the plane while we were still at the gate. I opened them as the wheels touched down again in Frankfurt. My favorite kind of flight - the one's I miss completely. This time I only had 20 minutes until the flight to San Francisco boarded, so I hustled to terminal A - which was a walk to the end of the terminal I was in, take an elevator down two stories, walk across a parking garage, and t
Compulsion
Compulsion
THE team that made "Compulsion," which came to the Rivoli Theatre yesterday, has artfully manufactured a tense, forceful and purposeful drama obviously inspired by a purposeless crime that shocked a nation wallowing in prosperity, illicit whisky and vague ideas about abnormal psychology. In adapting Meyer Levin's popular book, which the author termed a documentary novel stemming from his personal knowledge of the Loeb-Leopold case, they have fashioned a documentary-like fiction that moves as briskly as exciting melodrama while it dramatically probes the characters of its principals. Although a viewer may not be constantly involved emotionally in the events in "Compulsion," the film has the rare attribute of gripping one's attention throughout its dark proceedings. Its artistry lies in the outstanding performances by the leads, the crisp and natural dialogue written by Richard Murphy, who appears to have had respect for his source material, and the highly efficient direction of Richard Fleischer. They are never blatant but nearly always fascinatingly professional in their deft handling of the causes and effects of an outrageous act of violence in a civilized society. Credit them with establishing the strange nature of their principals quickly and vividly. From the opening scene, when these odd, boon companions careen down a dark road and deliberately try to run down a wandering drunk, an observer is made increasingly aware that they are intellectual giants and emotional pygmies. As scions of rich Chicago families, college graduates at 18 and academic leaders of their law-school class, they bask in superior detachment, a superiority based on Nietzschean superman concepts and a shadowy inference of homosexuality. It is soon evident that they also kidnapped and coldly slew a rich neighbor's young son in proof of their so-called superiority and destructive neuroticism. Rapidly, vignette on vignette reveals the extroverted Artie Straus gloating as he watches the police (whom he even "aids" with false leads) grapple with their problem, as the introverted, submissive Judd Steiner aloofly observes his revered pal in crime. The sudden discovery of the latter's eyeglasses, which eventually link the pair to the killing; the slick questioning by the state's attorney and his careful accumulation of incriminating data, and the final trial, in which a truly impassioned and moving plea against capital punishment is made by a dedicated lawyer who could easily have been the late Clarence Darrow, pass in cumulatively sharp and striking review. In his performance as the defense lawyer, Orson Welles contributes a comparatively short but the finest portrayal to this searching drama. Heavy-set, beetle-browed, gray hair descending in a drooping cowlick, he is the personification of a wise humanitarian who strongly projects, in one of the longest of film speeches, the need for mercy in the face of public demand for execution. Bradford Dillman emerges as an actor of imposing stature as the bossy, over-ebullient and immature mama's boy, Artie. Dean Stockwell's delineation of the quiet, sensitive Judd is equally effective, a characterization highlighted by a searing sequence in which he breaks down as he attempts to rape a classmate. Diane Varsi is gentle and compassionate as that student who understands his desperation to prove his manhood. Mention should be made, too, of Martin Milner's restrained depiction of her fiance and E. G. Marshall's carefully underplayed stint as the state's attorney. They, as well as other supporting players, add strength and conviction to the fine job done by the principals. In "Compulsion" they have made a dark deed into a bright and fascinating picture. The Cast COMPULSION; screen play by Richard Murphy; based on the novel by Meyer Levin; directed by Richard Fleischer; produced by Richard D. Zanuck; a Darryl F. Zanuck Productions, Inc., presentation released by Twentieth Century-Fox. At the Rivoli Theatre, Broadway and Forty-ninth Street. Running time: 103 minutes. Jonathan Wilk . . . . . Orson Welles Ruth Evans . . . . . Diane Varsi Judd Steiner . . . . . Dean Stockwell Artie Straus . . . . . Bradford Diliman State's Attorney Horn . . . . . E. G. Marshall Sid Brooks . . . . . Martin Milner Max Steiner . . . . . Richard Anderson Lieutenant Johnson . . . . . Robert Simon Tom Daly . . . . . Edward Binns Judge . . . . . Voltaire Perkins Mr. Steiner . . . . . Wilton Graff Mrs. Straus . . . . . Louise Lorimer Mr. Straus . . . . . Robert Burton Padua . . . . . Gavin MacLeod Benson . . . . . Terry Becker Edgar Llewellyn . . . . . Russ Bender Emma . . . . . Gerry Lock Detective Davis . . . . . Harry Carter Detective Brown . . . . . Simon Scott A. H. WEILER New York Times 2 April 1959

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