Word: doored
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...last week the government quietly announced the formation of a "press coordinating committee" under Christian-Democratic Deputy Otto Lenz, who had been scheduled to head the original ministry of information. All over Germany this week, the free press locked arms to prevent the government from slipping through the back door what it had not succeeded in bringing in through the front...
...much more than the tag end of a rubdown. Matthews turned out to be a tough subject to interview. "Do you do any reading, Harry?" asked one polite Briton. "I never did find a story interesting enough to hold me down," answered Harry amiably. He headed for the door. "Aren't you going to put on a tie?" asked the newsman. Harry clutched at his collar. "I thought...
...themselves in singing praises of China's new bosses. The Rt. Hon. J. Harold Wilson, M.P. and former Socialist president of the Board of Trade, had a pleasant chat at Geneva with Chinese Premier Chou Enlai, reported back: "As we said goodbye, and he stood waving at the door of his villa . . . I felt we had been meeting one of the world's leading statesmen . . . who knows what he wants for his country. A man. in fact, we can deal with...
...talented player with long experience in radio and TV (she won a supporting-actress Oscar in All the King's Men), achieves a believable, blank-mask expression of insanity. The other performers seem bewildered most of the time by the direction of Nicholas Ray (Knock on Any Door, Flying Leathernecks), who works with the misguided brilliance of a myopic Pygmalion. Almost every separate part of the picture comes to life in one way or another, but none quite fits into the whole. At one moment a character is declaiming like a choragus; at the next he may be slanging...
...House of Madame Tellier blends a Rabelaisian humor with an almost feminine delicacy of touch. Madame Tellier's house is a brothel in a small Norman city, and Director Max Ophuls' camera peeks through doors and latticed windows at the girls and their guests, islands of light and laughter in the tomblike silence of the town. Then one night the house is closed tight, and its baffled habitues turn away from the door to wander unhappily in the streets...