Word: celles
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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First, Maggie got them into a receptive mood with some Debussy, Fauré and Duparc songs. Then, on a darkened stage, with only a bare black backdrop for scenery, she marched to a lectern and began to narrate: "Behold Faust in his cell . . ." After a few more words in Poet Spender's potpourri of prose and poetry, recapping Faust's learning in "alchemy, and, alas, theology," she froze into a catatonic stare, and Faust, followed by Mephistopheles (Bass Arthur Newman) came on to sing (excellently). By the time the audience rushed out for air at intermission, they...
Five minutes later, on his way to the death cell, the killer paused to chide his pretty, 21-year-old sweetheart, Barbara Stephens. What business did she have selling a story of their friendship to the Sunday newspaper, The People? Didn't she know that he had already sold exclusive rights to his own story ("I Was a Vampire") to News of the World? Killer Haigh, who had signed the ?5,000 ($20,000) contract months ago to get the money for his defense, felt honor-bound to fulfill...
...Larissa, a Greek army court sentenced Papouas and Marianthi to death. When her husband was taken out of the long whitewashed room, Marianthi knew she would never see him again. Last week Marianthi sat in a whitewashed cell, remembering, brooding, waiting for death...
...into a small room with a half-wrecked stove and a barred window without panes . . . The temperature [was] below freezing . . . Occasionally a bit of bread was thrown in to me . . . Every [few] days . . . NKVD men would burst in at night and carry out a most careful examination of the cell and of my person [including] the long beard which had grown during my imprisonment and which was stiff from pus that had run into it from my frostbitten face. I was kicked and beaten on these occasions...
...Menace is full of clichés and stock characters who eventually see the error of communism. By the last reel, there are hardly enough cell members left to stir up a rumpus in a tea cozy. The picture might get by if it were either good entertainment or good propaganda, but it is inept on both counts...