Word: bunche
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Once upon a time (c. 1910) there was an inventor named Caractacus Potts (Dick Van Dyke). He and his two children-apparently spawned by autogenesis, since there is no mention of a mother-live with their potty Grandpa (Lionel Jeffries) and a bunch of malfunctioning machines, ingeniously designed by Rowland Emett. Like the man who invented five-up and six-up and then gave up, Caractacus falls just short of greatness. His vacuum cleaner not only cleans the rug, it swallows it. His color television set just broadcasts wobbles. His Icarus act fizzles when the rockets tied to his back...
...vicious and bitter; something is bothering him and he will remain in this ugly mood for the rest of the day. He had been compassionate with the drunks before, but now he is vicious: "No continuance. We're not going to let ourselves be pushed around by a bunch of kids." The girl is given a suspended sentence--there is some mercy there. The judge must know about Bridgewater, he sent so few of the drunks up, and I suppose he knows about Framingham too and the lesbians, so it is a supended sentence...
...plays an upright, uptight Los Angeles lawyer named Harold Fine with a surfeit of standard comic woes: asthma, a meaningless job, a possessive fiancée, a Jewish mother. One sunny day a psychedelicate girl (Leigh Taylor-Young) bakes him a bunch of groovy brownies from an Alice B. Toklas Cook Book recipe that specifies a few pinches of hashish. Harold promptly blows his mind and his job, puts on a hippie face and runs off with the girl. But as his hair grows down to his shoulders his troubles run up to his ears. Mama kvetches on the phone...
Dreams of Broadies. Yet the Packers come through as genial a bunch of sadomasochists as one could hope to meet. "Dr." Willie Davis, so named because he "made the women feel so good"; Max McGee, the eternal bachelor, dreaming of "a herd of broadies grazing on martinis"; Bart Starr, the resident nice guy. The types, allowing weight for age, can be found in all the best schoolboy fiction...
Even the Eli football heroes have lost their collegiate gusto. "This is not a rahrah bunch of boys," proclaims Yale coach Carmen Cozza and a silent, sterile locker room bears testimony to his observation. Boola-Boola is Bush league--Yale has gone professional...