Word: filles
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...favorite in my home is the cranberry: two ounces of rum, the juice of one quarter of a large lime, and cranberry juice and ice to fill the glass...
...impressed was President-elect Franklin Roosevelt that he decided, even before his inauguration in 1933, to appoint Virginia's Senator Claude A. Swanson as Secretary of the Navy so that Harry Byrd could fill his unexpired term. Though a fervent New Dealer at the time, Byrd was soon disenchanted by F.D.R.'s fiscal policies, principally his failure to make good on a campaign promise to cut federal spending by 25%. Years later, when the U.S. budget had mushroomed to 25 times its pre-Roosevelt size, Senator Byrd noted wryly: "I campaigned for the New Deal platform...
...exigencies of change were clear to younger men. When Byrd retired and had his son, Harry Jr., 51, named to fill his Senate seat, he was criticized by Virginians for perpetuating his political dynasty. Young Harry markedly tempered his philosophy, is campaigning as a moderate, modern Democrat. He is considered a slight favorite to win on Nov. 8. And such is the continuing magnetism of the Byrd name that Harry Jr. will undoubtedly attract thousands of votes from Virginians who proudly uphold the memory, if not all the convictions, of Rosemont's old squire...
...ordered to trial by her father, the King. He must open one of two doors behind which lurk, respectively, a hungry tiger and a nubile damsel. The skit preserves the tricky non-ending from Frank Stockton's The Lady or the Tiger?, but it scarcely matters. To fill in the non-beginning and the non-middle, the dancing girls thrash around like palm trees in a tropical hurricane. A hurricane has a better plot...
Russell Harlan's color photography is dreadful--the blues and greens are hopelessly washed out--and for this I suspect we can again blame Mr. Hill, since Harlan has done superb work on other films, most notably Hawks' Rio Bravo. Hill's inability to fill the screen with anything attractive, let alone relevant, is Hawaii's coup de grace. Movies have survived mediocre scripts, but Hawaii is as cinematic as a fly preserved in amber, and that's the kiss of death...