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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Paar complained on camera about cue mix-ups, improper offstage signals and placement of cameras. Casting a withering glance at a cameraman whose lenses were not quite up to Paar, he smirked: "I have no makeup on my belt buckle tonight." And when one show became a shambles, he ad-libbed: "Friends, aren't you glad you tuned in; we've been rehearsing for nine minutes." Some of Paar's gentle mockery was a replay of old summer material, e.g., his radio-announcer bloopers ("We have just the furniture to seat your nudes"), and reliable chestnuts like...
Most copies of Presbyterian Life are sold directly to churches, which undertake to sign up members of the congregation at $1 a year (v. $2 for individual mail subscribers), thus can sell advertising space (1956 ad revenue: $402,000) on the basis of audited circulation. The magazine is put out by a ten-man lay staff under onetime Holiday Staffer Robert J. Cadigan, aims at general family readership with sharp picture layouts and easy-to-take text pieces...
...ensuing titles compete hopelessly with a series of TV commercials, totally irrelevant, but so distractingly zany that nobody will pay the least attention to the screen credits. Success roars onward, steadily more outrageous, shamelessly promoting forthcoming Fox movies (Peyton Place, Kiss Them for Me) and donating scads of free ad space to Trans World Airlines. This seems very obnoxious until it grows clear that Tashlin is shrewdly snickering at TV's own annoying tradition of the gratuitous plug ("Yessiree, made it to this here studio on time again today-good old Minute Minder watches...
Tashlin's story is a fable of Madison Avenue: Rock Hunter's success in making Stay-Put Lipstick, his ad agency's biggest account, stay put. Hunter's own dream of success: to rise from his untouchable caste as TV commercial writer to possession of his own jewel-encrusted key to the executives' washroom. This glorious consummation (duly sanctified by a heavenly choir on the sound track) is realized through Rita Marlowe (Jayne Mansfield), a squealing movie siren noted for her "oh-so-kissable lips" and her favorite boast ("All my lovers...
Local Anesthetic. In Budapest, the newspaper People's Freedom carried a want ad: "Girl, 23, with glasses, high-school graduate, living in country, would like to meet and marry serious man who does not like to make acquaintances through ads...