The English poet Robert Graves (1895-1985) was also a very productive novelist, mythographer, critic and historian, with over 130 books to his credit. He was once nominated for the Nobel Prize. Robert Ranke Graves was the son of a minor poet and celebrat...

Robert Graves may well be remembered as the preeminent minor poet of the twentieth century. He would not be disturbed by the label. "Nothing," he said in his sixties in a lecture on the legitimate criticism of poetry, "is better than the truly good, not...

Robert Graves may well be remembered as the preeminent minor poet of the twentieth century. He would not be disturbed by the label. "Nothing," he said in his sixties in a lecture on the legitimate criticism of poetry, "is better than the truly good, not...

Shout! By Phillip George and David Lowenstein Julia Miles Theatre 424 West 55th Street 212-239-6200 Swing Out Sisters A glut of jukebox musicals-and then there's Mod On an ecstatically ugly stage adorned with Day-Glo flowers and shag...

Byline: JEFF POWELL SUCH will be the bedlam in Ricky Hatton's dressing room in the last half-hour before tonight's world title fight that it will seem comparatively peaceful as he enters the ring to the roars of his travelling army of fans....

It's what kids do: squeal in delight when they're having fun.But to some Long Island residents those squeals were unwelcome noise, and they wanted two neighborhood girls playing in a backyard pool to pipe down.The complaints fell on deaf ears Wednesday night when Bayville's acting...

The big dogs of publishing might have Oprah Winfrey’s Book Club, but the little ones have indie rock. Unclear when the flirtation became a marriage, but the benefit concert held Sunday night at Beacon Theater for 826 NYC, the McSweeney’s-sponsored reading-and-writing program for kids, seems...

The Shout was not the most inventive, the most beautiful or the most crisply made entry in the last New York Film Festival, but I found it by far the most engrossing. This surprised me, since in the two of Skolimowski's previous films that I'd seen (Bariera, made in his native Poland, and Le Départ, made in Belgium) he had relied on the sixties theme of dissatisfied youth, dressing it up with some neat but obvious visual gimmickry. With The Shout, the theme has gone but gimmicks recur&#...

When it arrives—and, by some minor miracle of audiophonics, it does—the throaty clamour indicated by the title of Jerzy Skolimowski's latest excursion into English-speaking cinema is unlike most promises: quite up to expectations, one hell of a howl. Thus giving away the biggest, single effect in The Shout, I have made a choice which clearly reflects on the film as a whole: as a whole, it is a hole. Taken at what remove I know not … from a source of general repute, it comes out a...

The Shout is a film of magic, terror and sensuality; it seduces you through your eyes and ears while keeping your mind spinning with the strands of its intricate story. Skolimowski is deft in handling these multi-level fragments which mix present and future, and at suspicion, suggestion and innuendo. He carries a mood from one scene to the next with textures, with sound and with fragments of dialogue. (p. 25)