Word: casuals
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...inhabit New York. Gregory Peek, John Garfield, Dorothy McGurie, and Celeste Holm are always completely aware of what is in the characters they are pretending to be. Perhaps they are a little too sensitive to the picture's peculiar brand of hate, but to them it is a casual frequenter of homes and business offices rather than a satanie mouster...
...knows what Dudley is, although he finds the concept a difficult one to accept, despite overwhelming evidence of its truth. He introduces the angel to his wife. "This is Dudley," says the bishop. "Dudley who?" says the bishop's wife. "Just Dudley," says Cary Grant, in a tone of casual mysterioso. This explanation seems to satisfy the bishop's wife for the rest of the picture. It also satifies everybody else. Even when Dudley performs minor miracles, such as rendering a bottle of wine perennially full, he is considered to be nothing more extraordinary than a nice...
...event of midyear that was the most significant. On June 5, standing under the elms in the Harvard Yard, George Marshall, in almost casual terms, announced the beginning of the program that was to become the Marshall Plan. Then & there the U.S. at last set out to seize the initiative from Russia in the cold...
Body and Soul, distinguished by James Wong Howe's flaying ringside photography, was a boxing picture, close to perfect of its kind. Britain's Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger exported a casual, charming romantic comedy, I Know Where I'm Going. Nightmare Alley had a sardonic toughness which, to their detriment, U.S. films have almost lost. Jean Renoir made Woman on the Beach an artful blend of mood and melodrama. Delmer Daves enlarged his conspicuous promise as a writer-director with two melodramas, The Red House and The Dark Passage. Sweden's Torment...
...government workers and Carabinieri off guard duty at the pompous official buildings a few blocks away. On a particular evening last week, a short, broad-shouldered man in a modest heavy black overcoat, a weather-worn grey hat, came in about 9 o'clock and gave a casual "buona sera" to the grinning waiters, who know him well. He likes to come here often, to talk casually with the Italian workers and hear what they have to say. He came over and shook hands and sat down at our table. I had seen him many times before...