Word: cesare
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Captain from Castile (20th Century-Fox] is a big, bright-colored packaging of Samuel Shellabarger's best-selling historical novel about the era of Cortes. Tyrone Power keeps a medium-tight rein on his passionate Spanish nature; Lee J. Cobb is a boozer who likes disguises; Cesar Romero-a rather thin Stout Cortes-wears a rich black beard. Newcomer Jean Peters plays a pretty, vacuous runaway barmaid who is described, enthusiastically, as "a wench for the New World." Thomas Gomez, in priestly robes, puts forward a few ill-chosen words in favor of the conquest of Mexico (something...
...attributing of "sexiness" to Gounod, that master of banality in music, shows a lack of discernment somewhere. Cesar Franck, a devout Catholic, wrote music whose sensuality is unsurpassed in the late romantic era. His models were Liszt and Wagner, both of whom did their level best to transfer their sexual emotions to music. But who knows that the Bach fugues that some consider so dry and pedantic at this time were not the height of voluptuousness when they were created? And Mozart, who so often is accused of superficiality, was in a sense the Wagner of his time, only...
Vera-Ellen, daughter of American-born Anne Revere and Costa Rican Coffee Planter J. Carrol Naish, is slated to marry 100% Costa Rican Cesar Romero. But Romero wants to marry American Comedienne Celeste Holm, and Vera-Ellen falls for Romero's American friend, Dick Haymes. All of this becomes involved enough to last for nearly two fiesta-flurried hours because the young people are slow about telling their parents-and each other-the bad news...
Tyrone Power and Cesar Romero were getting heroes' welcomes in South America. The pair were flying Power's plane in a good-will tour of their own, down the west coast and over the heaven-puncturing Andes to Argentina. In Santiago crowds choked the streets outside the actors' hotel. But Romero missed some of the whoop-te-do: somehow he had lost his footing in another hotel, back in festive Peru, and now lay abed with a cracked elbow...
Gone was Madame Baby's; gone was Lillian Russell (whose sleekly gowned and strategically bulging figure was not unlike her namesake's); her menage at 92 Ca-dieux Street could entertain whole conventions of tourists at once. Gone also was Madame Cesar's in the more exclusive West End. Only a memory was Madame Alice's where employes and customers alike had been required to wear evening dress...