Word: cutenesses
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...years he had led a double life. To his wife, blonde, blue-eyed Eva, Herb Philbrick was a good husband & father (they have four little daughters). To his employers, a Boston motion-picture theater chain, he was a go-getting assistant advertising manager, who knew how to turn out cute promotion pieces and ingratiate himself at newspaper drama desks. To his pastor, the Rev. Ralph Bertholf, he was a pillar of suburban Wakefield's First Baptist Church, a well-favored Sunday-school teacher and editor of the church's paper, Tall Spire. To everyone else...
...pauses a long time before April, a nude blonde with a telephone curled up on a sofa. "Kinda cute, don't you think?" he asks...
...cheering House of Commons, President of the Board of Trade Harold Wilson announced, after more than seven threadbare years, that clothes rationing was ended forthwith. Mr. Wilson publicly tore up his own little red ration book. Demonstrating its ability to get vernally cute, the Board of Trade had called the derationing of clothes "Operation Godiva." Stores braced themselves for a furious stampede of British Godivas clamoring to buy new clothes. But it never came; instead, there was a rush on towels, sheets, handkerchiefs and underwear. High prices kept customers from splurging on clothes, rationed or not. Sagittarius jingled...
...unscrupulous female named Erica-a "triple-faced, ash-blonde bitch" with whom Poet Venn-Thomas had had a gruesome love affair in the Late Christian Epoch. What Erica does to overcivilized New Crete is something awful. She plants some 20th Century cigarettes in the closet of a cute little nymph named Sapphire; she fouls up the witches, hexes the horses, mortifies the magicians. By the time she's through, New Crete is on the verge of collapse-at which point Poet Venn-Thomas sensibly decides to whirl back to the bloody old 2Oth Century with little Sapphire. All this...
...this bit of nonsense Director Lloyd Bacon might have squeezed a few touches of light satire or screwball comedy. Instead he has played it cute and coy. The only really cute thing in the movie is Betty Lynn, who fits her role as snugly as she fits her sweater. The rest, including Rudy Vallee as another pince-nezed fuddy-duddy, is synthetic fluff, which ought to do well in the neighborhood houses by the time hot weather comes...