Word: charm
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rodgers score, Slaughter on Tenth Avenue remains-when such ballets are no longer news-vibrant and exciting. There is a fine dancing rampage to go with the title song; Zorina, in the part she played in London 17 years ago, still has grace and charm; Bobby Van, in Ray Bolger's old role, has much of the master's ease and dexterity; Elaine Stritch stops the show with an aggressively lowdown warbling of an added song, You Took Advantage of Me. But for notable stretches there is torpor on 46th Street...
...obsessively clean (he takes three baths or showers on a busy day, has manicures to curb his nail-biting) and almost unnaturally natural, he moves through his world of hotel public rooms, charity drives, luncheons, interviews and popular adulation with anxious affability and a kind of 4-H Club charm...
...public office. Republican Senator Homer Ferguson graced a Bay City fish fry. His Democratic opponent, Patrick McNamara, until recently a local leader of the pipe fitters' union, gazed with admiring eye on a St. Clair County plowing contest. Democratic Governor G. Mennen Williams was out exercising the charm that had won him the title (bestowed by a Republican) of "the Liberace of Michigan politics." His Republican rival, Lawyer Donald Leonard, politicked from Owosso to Kalamazoo...
...shock. When he landed in town in 1950 to make The Men, Hollywood stood there with wide-open arms and a dazzling smile of welcome. But Brando, a sullen kid who went everywhere in blue jeans and a soiled T shirt, stubbornly resisted the town's professional charm. He snorted at the "funnies in satin Cadillacs" and told them precisely, in Miltonic periods of incomprehensible jive talk, what to do with their "putrid glamour." He wanted to be left strictly alone, he snarled, and as for that "cultural boneyard" called Hollywood: "The only reason I'm here...
...spots. But for the most part it is not only amusing but appealing. Playwright Wilson, who is too young to have seen what he writes about except from his pram, plainly loves the thing he kills, fondles every last insipidity and cliche and gives them a kind of nitwitted charm. He is well served by the production and in particular by pretty, 19-year-old Actress Andrews. Very funny as a mincing, mousy-blonde ingenue, she is yet-without ever stepping out of character-an extremely winning and attractive girl...