Word: flippings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...laughs? ran the question in the '30s. Answer: the Marx Brothers. Later they lost a pair of legs, when Zeppo dropped out of the act. Groucho, Chico and Harpo went on to make eight more films together, becoming precursors of the new American humor. Groucho's flip irrelevancies foreshadowed the theater of the absurd: "I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse." Harpo was a troll bridge between the silents and the talkies. "How can you write for Harpo?" shrugged George S. Kaufman. "All you can say is, 'Harpo enters.' From that point...
Watching Cronkite. As the afternoon wears on, one can tell the time by the edginess in the air in the Huntley-Brinkley newsroom. David is supercool, strolling occasionally from his private office to flip his copy onto the producer's desk. There are three echelons of editors, but none of them lays a glove on Brinkley's stuff. At 6:20 p.m., he heads for the studio three flights up. Huntley wears makeup. Brinkley never does. Generally, during the Huntley or filmed items and the commercials, Brinkley is still sandpapering his own prose and cutting it to size...
Carol Burnett repeatedly gets her teeth into the problem with guests like Flip Wilson on her CBS variety show. Flip, during one segment, complained of his wife's cuisine. "She cooks like an extremist-burn, baby, burn." Another week, Carol spoofed TV's own new cliche characterization of what some blacks refer to as "Supernegro." Opening the door of her home to find a young, leather-jacketed black (Charles Moore), she chirped: "Why, it's a good-looking young Negro. Now don't tell me. I'll bet you're a doctor, a lawyer...
...major, if not the sole, source of its new-found functionality is its compactness. When you pick it up, you no longer have to flip through the pages, with steadily increasing irritation, trying to discover where they put the cinema and theatre listings this issue (usually hidden by one of several stapled-in mimeos). It's all there in the fold-out; the thrilling prospect of another Harvard-Greater Boston week to be taken in at one glance...
Fosse the director is sometimes redeemed by Fosse the choreographer. But it is the score however, that remains the show's real strength. Cy Coleman's hip-flip music flows freely from pure ballad (Where Am I Going?) to Bachish parody (Rhythm of Life). Dorothy Fields, 63, won an Oscar for the lyrics of The Way You Look Tonight back in 1936. She may win another for her insistence on writing wittily for the characters instead of warily for the charts...