Word: flapperisms
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...stand as changing symbols for the largely unchanging multitude. They are those who ride with the spirit of the times, those who are under the circumstances the most vocal and aggressive and, also, those who are seized upon by the public as "typical." The coon-skin coat and the flapper were as rare on the campuses in the 1920's as the beard and black stockings in the 1960's, and yet each of these visions came to stand as symbols for a whole generation...
...fairy-tale format, this song-and-dance film tells the story of Millie (Julie Andrews), a fresh-faced flapper in mad Manhattan circa 1922. As she sets out for her "adventures," Millie bobs her hair, raises her hemline and buys a string of beads. After peering down at her torso, she flutters her eyelids at the camera, whereupon the screen flashes a title, silent-movie style: "Gee, I wish my fronts weren't so big. They sure ruin the line of your beads." It is the first of many slices of cutesie-pie proffered by Director George Roy Hill...
...Dolly than as an overgrown Jazz Baby. The picture's basic problem, however, lies not with its talent but with its target. Satire is never any stronger than the host it feeds upon; by lampooning an overdone era, the creators of the film have made Millie an aging flapper, hoofing and puffing with jazz and razzmatazz, pretty and polished. But beneath the powder, the mascara and the bee-stung lips, she is wan and rather tired...
...Stolen Time." Clowning as a flapper was one thing. Carrying the difficult role of Eliza in My Fair Lady demanded a depth that Julie had to struggle to reach. It was almost a year after Boy Friend opened that she was offered the part in Fair Lady-and she nearly threw it away, so intimidated was she by the awful challenge of the trinity of Rex Harrison, Director Moss Hart and George Bernard Shaw. When she failed to get a fix on the mercurial part of the cockney flower girl, Director Hart put Julie through what he called 48 hours...
Died. Helen Kane, 62, a saucy soubrette from The Bronx who could barely sing a note, but in the flapper-happy '20s turned a baby voice, puckered-up lips, a couple of songs (/ Wanna Be Loved by You, Button Up Your Overcoat) and one nonsense phrase ("boop-boop-a-doop") into a national craze; of cancer; in Queens...