Word: almost
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...movie concentrates so relentlessly on Pinky's personal anguish that it achieves a haunting character portrait. Acting the role with an un-greasepainted face, Jeanne Grain seems like a morbid, almost marbleized Sleeping Beauty, bewitched by her conflict. Director Elia (Gentleman's Agreement) Kazan underlines the impression by having her walk with a dreamy gait, usually against the wind. As Pinky's washerwoman grandmother, Ethel Waters gives a powerful performance...
...matter how imaginative and observant, are as incapable of portraying life in any strata other than their own as, say, a Brooklyn-bred novelist would be of showing how a tree grows in Independence, Mo. But the novels of Henry Green, which are still little known in Britain and almost unheard of in the U.S., bubble like a social melting pot that can boil down everything from cutaways to galluses. Nor is any one of them much like its fellows, because both Henry Yorke and pseudonymous Henry Green love to court new experiences and make fresh experiments. Since his proletarian...
...profound creation, warm as toast towards her Charley but cold and calculating as a stockbroker in getting him under the lock & key of matrimony. Cobwebs over Eire. Two such masterly characters deserve a masterly stage-set, and Author Green supplies it. Hollywood could make of Loving a movie almost as stunning as the novel, simply by faithfully following Green's sharp, quick series of glittering scenic plays and his natural, jumping dialogue. And a good director could even capture the lush moments when Green suddenly forgets the human comedy and begins to dream poetic fairy tales...
...place from which light was almost excluded now by cobwebs across its two windows and into which, with the door ajar, the shafted sun lay in a lengthened arch of blazing sovereigns. Over a corn bin on which he had packed last autumn's ferns lay Paddy snoring ... a web strung from one lock of hair back onto the sill above . . . Caught in the reflection of spring sunlight this cobweb looked to be made of gold as did those others which by working long minutes spiders had drawn from spar to spar of the fern bedding on which...
...well he may. He has just been informed that the Holy Grail, the very chalice from which Christ drank at the Last Supper, sits at that very moment in his own parish church at Fardles. The archdeacon rushes home and hides the battered old cup in a cupboard, but almost before he can say Sanctus he is conked cold, and the Grail is hijacked by one of the Devil's disciples...