Word: artlessness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...hapless four were the first of "several hundreds" whom the Finance Ministry plans to expose to publicity's unwelcome glare. But shrewd Antoine Pinay knew his compatriots too well to rely on shame alone: under new Finance Ministry regulations, police mounted guard over the homes of the four artless dodgers, prevented them from going to work, and withdrew their drivers' licenses. "They can appeal," said a Finance Ministry spokesman. "But we are refusing all settlement out of court. And they are all liable to at least six months in prison, plus fine, plus back taxes...
...points it ranks among the finest. Director De Sica humanizes the harsh material of the story with his easy gaiety and gentle humor, masterfully plays the Svengali to his pickup cast of raw amateurs-whom he inspires not to act but to live out their feelings with an artless art. Essentially, Neorealists De Sica and Zavattini have not changed their cinematic method, but they seem to have revised their social and moral philosophy. In their earlier films they raged at social injustice. In The Roof they are not really angry. Instead of asking the spectator to hate the world, they...
Time, a glossy weekly newsmagazine noted more for its Lucid views and artless covers than for its accuracy, loves Rupublicans and America, dislikes Democrats and Nasser, eschews conjunctions. Despite these shortcomings it is a rollicking, frolicking smashit in the rough, tough dog-eat-dog newsmagazine game, has huge advertising revenues, publishes several international editions. Publisher Henry Luce, a semi-literate Yaleman (his wife is femalegate to Brazil Clare Booth Luce), was "unavailable for comment" today as irate mobs hurled Bolivitriol at the U.S. embassy and Information Office in reaction to the latest piece of Timeddling...
...wild," smirked Jack Paar before she floated into his Show one day last week, her pink-tipped fingers hiding "my cleavage" from the camera's peeping eye. For the next 85 minutes, Zsa Zsa ("Call me by my first Ja") Gabor turned prophecy into reality. Her seemingly artless and endless prattle displaced planned interviews and sketches (wailed Paar: "At what point tonight did I lose control of this show?"), frustrated the pawky comic, "Charlie Weaver" (Cliff Arquette), by seizing on his every lead-in joke line and running off with it. In fine, she out-Elsaed Elsa Maxwell (said...
...simple story was redeemed by an authentic feel for the peculiarly Jewish blend of wry humor and forthright sense of Manhattan's Seventh Avenue, and the warm, shamblingly expert performance of Slezak, who can (and frequently has) played this kind of role so expertly that it seems disarmingly artless...