Word: boye
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Gromyko, "the world's highest-ranking errand boy," arrived at the opening session wearing, of all things, a Homburg. Hamming for the cameras, the dour old disher-upper of cold-war epithets raised the Homburg and waved, and he cracked a certain smile as he posed with his East Germans at his elbow. (Actually, at least three of the six East Germans, including Foreign Minister Lothar Bolz, are Soviet citizens who spent years in Russian exile, came back to Germany with the Red armies.) Taking his turn in the chair next day. Gromyko pressed for admitting Poland and Czechoslovakia...
...15th century lady in waiting is more than half safe. Queen Agravaine (Jane White) is a jawing virago for whom possession is nine-tenths of motherhood's law. It begins to look as if their son, poor fretful Prince Dauntless (Joe Bova), will always be mama's boy. And then one day Princess Winnifred (Carol Burnett) swims the moat. Winnifred ("My friends call me 'Fred' ") rescues Dauntless from his possessive mother, but only after Fred's friends have built up the queen's under-the-mattress pea with a few extra props (a mandolin...
...Generation. The mood is mock-nihilistic. Instead of Waiting for Lefty, the hipsters of the '50s are waiting for Junkie (the dope peddler); in place of the prewar pacifism of Bury the Dead, the postwar passive-ists Dig the Bird (the late Saxophonist Charlie Parker). And, of course, boy meets girl...
...Happened to Jane (Arwin; Columbia). "Why,'' asks a small boy, gazing up into the homely face of Ernie Kovacs, "are you so mean?" Smugly lipping his expensive Havana, Kovacs simpers like a contented cigargoyle at one of the nicest things anybody has ever said to "the meanest man in the world." As such, and proud of it, Comic Kovacs turns a fairly unfunny script into a funny farce-the success story of a self-made monster...
...Mole's admonition to his daughter and Julien, "Don't be so romantic, you are both fools," is all too apt. There is a limit to the number of sighs, passionate leers, and little boy looks that even the French can get by with. There is also a limit to an audience's toleration of the naturally objectionable Julien, made even more objectionable by 137 minutes of technicolor...