Another of Michael Cacoyannis's essays on the topic, "Is Greek Tragedy Dead?" He argues no, and he persuades you yes. This treatment of the Euripides play, driven drudgily to its foreordained conclusion by an unrelenting timpanist who must have been paid under the table by the aspirin industry, is, if not dead, at least comatose. Cacoyannis attempts in vain to muscle the events forward with mindlessly aggressive camerawork, the most extreme example of which is a series of laughable shots taken through the golden spray-painted antlers of a sacred stag. With Irene Papas. (1977) — Duncan Shepherd
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