Word: barmaid
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Jekyll and Friend Hyde for more than they are worth. When bright Dr. Jekyll decides to put all his evils in one basket by swallowing the laboratory brew which turns him into the dreadful Mr. Hyde, the result is not horrifying. It is laughable when he addresses his captured barmaid (Ingrid Bergman) as "my tired fungus"; revolting when he spits grape skins in her pretty face; hammy when he chuckles fiendish "Heh, heh, hehs" at his lecherous face in the mirror...
Only grave, good-looking, lyrical Ingrid Bergman wrings credit from the tortured script. Her portrayal of the unfortunate barmaid who charms Jekyll only to fall victim to Hyde's sadism is a refreshing element in a preposterous part. As for Lana Turner, fully clad for a change, and the rest of the cast (Donald Crisp, Ian Hunter, etc.), they are as wooden as their roles. Hyde, heckling Jekyll in the mirror, probably sums it all up best. Says he: "How did such a dull, pompous ass like you ever think of anything as charming as this...
...Inquisition by labeling them with trite moral maxims. On the walls of churches he gave angels the faces of well-known prostitutes, growling as he did so: "I will cause the faithful to worship vice." He painted bag-bellied Queen Maria Luisa as a superannuated barmaid, made her portraits glow with the oily iridescence of decay. When he drew the peasants, soldiers, beggars and trollops who swarmed in Madrid's dusty streets, he was less subtle, but no less furious. When, on the bloody Second of May (1808) Napoleon's General Murat. with 25,000 French soldiers, massacred...
...coming horrors with remarkable power and prescience. Onetime dirigible builder and airplane manufacturer, Shute is now working at the Admiralty, wrote Landfall in his spare time. It is the story of an R. A. F. pilot on the Channel patrol who sinks a submarine, falls in love with a barmaid. The Navy thinks the submarine was British; Mona, her ears open behind the bar, sets out to prove otherwise. Far as possible from a languid Tennessee whittlers' bench are Author Shute and his material, but somehow even in embattled London men go on telling stories...
David stopped before the pub, posted his sandwich men. To an interested crowd he then read aloud an ode of his own contriving. The ode proclaimed his ardent love for Rita Harvey, barmaid...