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Joseph is also inconsistent in his treatment of children. In the first act, right after an upward-looking soliloquy that treats very wisely of life and death, Miss Duke asks a contemporary with open-mouthed wonder, "Duh--what's an agnostic?" Miss Duke and her playmate (James Aubrey) seem mature beyond their years throughout most of the play, but in the final scene they regress practically back to the womb, before surging back into virtual senescence for some metaphysical meanderings...
Miss Duke and, for the most part, Mr. Willman turn in fine performances. Mr. Aubrey starts out fine, but since he only has one expression and one tone of voice, you get sick of him, and by the end of the play you would give the price of an orchestra seat to smack him in the face. Louise Latham is terrible as the girl's friend and history teacher, but her part is so stupid it doesn't really matter. Miss Crane is the worst of all as the mother; rarely have I seen anyone who was so obviously acting...
Looking something like Jack Paar. the FCC's Chief Counsel Ashbrook P. Bryant roamed about with a microphone around his neck, seeking truth. What about sponsor control? How about all those pressures and taboos? "Flyspecks," said CBS-TV President James T. Aubrey. "Completely insignificant." Why did Playhouse go-probably the best dramatic show in TV's brief history-disappear from the air? Because, said Stanton, the audience "became much smaller than we thought it should be." In television a few million viewers are not enough...
...Christopher (Beau Geste) Wren. The Legion defends no forts in this tale, but there is an outfit called the Trucial Oman Scouts and there is, as a matter of fact, a defended fort. There is also some rousing prose, not all of it defensible. The book opens with: "Call Aubrey George Grant! The moment had come. My mouth felt suddenly dry. The Court was waiting and I knew the ordeal ahead of me was a long one. In telling the whole truth I might convict an innocent man . . ." The narrator testifies, dry mouth and all, for more than 300 pages...
Rome for Ourselves, by Aubrey Menen. A handsome goody for early Christmas shoppers, with superb plates of the Roman scene and a mockingly intelligent essay in debunkmanship-the art of using the past while seeming to abuse...