Word: dipsomaniac
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...Lost Weekend (Paramount) follows its dipsomaniac hero to the hangover end of a five-day drunk. A naturalistic horror picture, it is a nightmarish look at the life of a specialized urban type: the fear-paralyzed writer turned alcoholic. In some respects, the picture is a better temperance tract than Charles Jackson's best-selling novel from which it was adapted...
...marked themselves off from the crowd by what seemed to them the highest forms of both self-indulgence and self-martyrdom. They nourished what they chose to call nostalgie de la boue - "the longing for the gutter." Paul Verlaine, the outstanding poet of his day, was a diseased, perverted dipsomaniac who "wrapped his suppurating limbs ... in vile rags," lived off the earnings of prostitutes, and alternated between "maudlin ferocity [and] mawkish repentance." Accused of being decadent, he replied: "I love this word decadence, all shimmering in purple and gold. ... It suggests a soul capable of intense pleasures. ... It is redolent...
...classic story the animal concealed in the basket is a mongoose, to be given to a dipsomaniac who is infested by snakes. "But those snakes are only imaginary!" "Certainly, but so is this mongoose...
...original was a sob drama of a dipsomaniac actor whose crippled daughter gets him back in condition for the stage, only to have him turn up crocked the opening night. End: suicide. The scripters have rewritten the part of fit Wooley, and the first fifteen minutes of the show are superb. From then on it's all out on the tear ducts, with Lupino clomping around and being too, too brave about it all, followed about by the worst juvenile lead of the year, mouthing the worst love language of the year...
...France's bons vivants of the last century watched platoons of girls abandon themselves to the high kicking dance which offered teasing flashes of white, gartered thighs between black silk stockings and foaming whirlpools of petticoats. There, too, at a table always reserved for him, sat dwarfed, aristocratic, dipsomaniac Toulouse-Lautrec, watching, sketching, sipping...