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...fantasy is that he, Morgan, is an ape. This is a wonderful idea for a gag, and someday, perhaps, a very funny, light picture will be made out of it. David Warner, who plays Morgan in Morgan, should definitely star in that picture too, since his big-boned--affine, dammit--face and nimble movements are a perfect abstraction of apeness...
...wood paneling leaves off and Ray Milland begins. His supporting cast may be actors or still lifes. That fine old comic stager Melville Cooper is immured on the bench and reduced to clearing his throat. Still, he is spared dialogue like "Now, perhaps, you'll listen to reason," "Dammit, the police aren't fools," or "Where the carrion is, there will vultures be gathered...
Recently in Phu Bai a Navy doctor paused in the midst of treating a long line of village children to wipe his brow and expostulated: "Dammit, if we could just get these people to wash their kids off with soap and water, half of the cases we're treating here today wouldn't be sick." A marine corporal near by listened and nodded. Next day five marines, four washtubs and a bag of towels pulled into Phu Bai in a Jeep, and an assembly line was soon set up. One by one the village's toddlers were...
...blue-and-white bus screeched to a stop outside Houston's Astrodome, with its cargo of the hottest - and angriest - team in sport. "C'mon, dammit!" yelled Manager Herman Franks. "Go get 'em! Sic 'em! Sic 'em!" The San Francisco Giants leaped to their feet and dashed for the door. " Kill!" screamed Outfielder Len Gabrielson "Kill! Kill! Kill!" It sounded pretty funny for a base ball team. But the Houston Astros learned to believe it. The Giants scored a run in the fourth inning, another in the fifth - and with the score tied...
Whatever the passions, whatever the pressures, it is impossible for the stool-pigeon to be anything but loathsome. But dammit, I couldn't hate Carbone. He was too pitiable. Bill Seres--racing through his early speeches, throwing away the trivial lines in polished Strassberg style, and finally crying, with the whimper of his whole being for "respect"--suckered me into loving him. The secret hopes and anxieties locked within him, isolating him from his wife, from his fellow workers, were too human for me to resist. How could I bring myself to admit he deserved to die? I couldn...