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...first time-and were still fun in later films, when they met each other, their own progeny, and mates worse than death. But in the '40s and '50s, the customers got bored with movies that cried werewolf, got fascinated with atomic-age monsters like The Blob, The Thing, The Great Green Og, and a colossal purple caterpillar filled with green radioactive goo. In the '60s, the fashion in fright has become eclectic: mad scientists, mole people, teen-aged werewolves and creatures from outer space have all done a bloody good business. And recently the technicians of terror...
...OLITSKI-Poindexter, 21 West 56th. Butterfly Kiss, Fatal Plunge, Pink Casanova, The Flaming Passion of Beverly Torrid. Carnegie Winner Olitski's titles sound more like lipsticks than paintings, but they are provocative. Butterfly Kiss, for example, is a yawning cavity of empty canvas that separates a pulsating orange blob from a passionate pink blip. Through March...
...heat. His external sensations disappear, and as the hours go by he passes through six successive stages of sensory deprivation: irritation, melancholia, hallucination, panic, disorientation and stupor. When his assistants finally haul him out of the tank, Bogarde is more like a jellyfish than a human being, a mindless blob who will do anything anybody tells...
...electronic brain far more sophisticated than any known to earthlings. Once built and plugged in. the space computer goes pocketa-pocketa-blink-thump and hands out a formula for creating human life. The formula, concocted by a human chemist, produces a disappointing first model: a large, jellied blob with...
...winning, Nicklaus patiently retooled his game, aiming for the kind of versatility that would allow him to play under any conditions, on any kind of course. He worked off the 25 excess pounds that had his fellow pros calling him "Ohio Fats" (in college, his nicknames were "Blob-O" and "Whaleman." He also had to learn to adjust to the nomadic life of a pro: until last week, when he decided to take a few days off and fish for trout, Jack had been home for only 17 days since January. When he wearily pulled up outside his modest, green...