Word: charm
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Above all, what gives Between the Lines its special savor is the acting. To single out just a few of the relatively unknown but nifty cast: John Heard has wry charm and a quick satiric intelligence as Harry, the paper's erstwhile investigative ace, who knows it would be as phony to decry his lost innocence as to try to preserve it. Harry's girl friend, the staff photographer who is torn between career and romance, is well played by Lindsay Crouse. Stephen Collins is suitably slick as the ambitious book writer, and Jill Eikenberry makes a winsome receptionist...
...students inadequate value for their money and expects compliance with the fixed price. The argument may seem impudent but the matter comes down to be essentially one of financial injustice. Mather has no squash courts; it is a long walk from the Square; its rooms are uncomfortably small; its charm is limited if not nonexistent. Now it serves no decent breakfast. Separate it is. Equal it is not. I would appreciate some form of redress. Marc A. Rosenblatt...
EGERMAN'S COMPANION in marital misfortune is no better. Peter, like Knickerbocker, has too small a voice for her part, as well as considerable trouble reaching those elusive high notes. The proper balance of teasing innocence and charm which is Anne's trademark proves equally elusive for Peter. Her attempts at coyness and sorrow alike end up forced and grating...
Glenda Jackson holds her sometimes blatant screen presence in check and plays her devious role just right -that is, absolutely straight. Her haughty deadpan shades imperceptibly into sanctity or into sanctimony as her plotting requires. Sandy Dennis has some moments of dimwit charm as a John Dean-like scapegoat who has none of Dean's shrewdness, or anybody else's either. But a running gag in which a globetrotting diplomatic nun (Melina Mercouri) periodically uses her briefcase radio-phone to coach Jackson in Kissingeresque Realpolitik falls rather flat. And the Gerald Ford figure is a football-playing...
Detroit has more industry and less charm than any other large American metropolis, and its downtown is not regarded as one of the world's great garden spots. Businesses have been fleeing for years to the northern arid western suburbs, with the result that the city center has become little more than a financial hub by day, a graveyard at night. Fortunately, Henry Ford II decided five years ago to preside over an enviable rebirth on the Detroit River. The big "catalyst," as Ford put it, would be construction of the $337 million Renaissance Center, consisting of shops, offices...