For its best efforts last week television dropped the boy-meets-girl formula in favor of separating the sexes. The women took superb command in Maurice Evans' production of The Cradle Song, a fable about a love affair between an abandoned infant and the nuns of a Spanish convent. Visually, it was as attractive as anything seen this year, with the beautiful faces of novices hanging raptly over the child's crib and their lullabies blending with the plainsong devotions from the chapel. The play was dreamlike, as sweet as a sugar bun and scarcely more...
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