Word: clunk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...chuck-that's what we want, ker-chuck." Chrysler, says Executive Body Engineer Jim Shank, aims for "the kind of sound you get when you drop a ripe pumpkin in the mud.v The ideal sound for American Motors, says Adamson, is "a clump-not a clink, clatter or clunk, but a clump." Of course, he concedes, "we will never reach the ultimate sound." Undeterred, scientists continue to chase across farm fields by dark of night, stethoscopes in hand, in pursuit of the elusive, perfect thunk...
...launch into their wail ing finale, My Generation ("I hope I die before I get old"), strange things do begin to happen. Clunk! Lead Singer Roger Daltrey flings the microphone to the floor, wheels around and begins flailing at the drums played by Keith Moon. Crack! Peter Townshend breaks his guitar against the stage, jumps on it, then splinters it against a speaker cabinet. Crash! John Entwistle heaves his bass away and joins the others in a savage orgy of kicking and pushing at the loudspeakers, the drums and the mike stand...
...cast, finding itself with shallow, mechanical parts, has retaliated by only going through the motions. Even Laurence Senelick's lines, which he lets go with a luscoius roll, somehow land with a clunk. Bea Paipert makes a very funny cow of an old lady, Kathryn Walker gives a droll, nasal performance of a declining aristocrat, and Tom Jones is perfect as a timid schoolteacher. But Director George Hamlin's overall pace is funeral, and most of the performances lack snap. The audience, however, seemed to enjoy the same mechanical trick of "getting sick" five or six times...
...stint as a Marine Corps lieutenant in between to sober him up. The aristocratic, 6-ft. 3-in. Hoving (who often beats traffic by buzzing around town on his motorcycle) is still brash enough to have called Robert Moses' World's Fair Unisphere "a great big heavy clunk" and battled A. & P. Millionaire Huntington Hartford over his desire to encroach on Central Park with a café restaurant...
...Didn't you tell me it was an easy job?" Price is all for throwing this cheeky beggar out, but Brose won't buy it: "I'll get you, don't you worry. Some night when you're going for your bus. Scuffle, then clunk. There won't be much blood to speak of, just an agony and an aching, and not being able to drag yourself along the wet pavement...