Word: cockney
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sound strangely American mingled in with his Cockney dialogue...
...every bit as versatile as Mr. Barstow, is a quite magnificently scornful Polish Lady (a circus acrobat as well), and if her accent often thickens dangerously, her gusto becomes almost unbounded. Richard Hornby, the alternately tearful and sternly moral Gunner, also occasionally lapses from his proper voice (a deadly Cockney whine); but the Peter Sellers mustache and 'onest workman cringe that he adopts are entirely successful--this is compentent character interpretation indeed...
...beaten tourist track. Since then, thanks to cut-rate package vacations and a climate even kindlier than Spain's Costa Brava, the island has become a kind of Costa Coney (436,000 visitors last year), where the local patois in peak season is more Cockney than Catalan...
Follow a Star (Rank; Zenith) is a rickety vaudeville vehicle designed to display the low-comedy high jinks of British Buffoon Norman Wisdom, an artificial hybrid who seems to have resulted from the cross-pollination of Tom Ewell Jerry Lewis and an otter. Wisdom plays a knockabout Cockney trying to sing his way from pants presser to Palladium. Enroute, he falls off a psychiatrist's couch is clobbered over the head by a fat-lady voice coach ("We must always remember to keep our vowels open!"), gets stuck astraddle a spiked, swinging gate. When that gets rusty, he drops...
...during the period of the book, was plain Mr. Alfred Duff Cooper, successively army lieutenant, Minister of Information, civilian defense chief in Southeast Asia, liaison man in North Africa and, finally, Ambassador to France, writing the Treaty of Dunkirk, and at the embassy piano listening to "Ernie" Bevin sing cockney ballads. It is by a thousand such little cinema frame snippets that Lady Diana's book gains value as a personal portrait of a period-World War II and after-just as her other two volumes cover World War I, the twittering '20s and the fateful...