Word: foolish
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...question may sound foolish, but it does give the movie consistency. When evidence turns up that Ray is a rival author, the Almighty is more or less exonerated, leaving this inspirational British thriller with no suspect worth a second thought. Actor Nigel Patrick directed Nobody and also cast himself as the sleuth-priest, thereby risking double jeopardy. The devil knows...
Even De Gaulle's detractors doubt that he will ultimately try to destroy the Market; as Jean Monnet pointed out long ago, whatever else he may do, De Gaulle hesitates to act in a way that will make him look foolish in history's long view. Last week De Gaulle hinted that he might be ready to reverse the veto by which he kept the British out of the Common Market nearly three years ago. Whatever De Gaulle is really up to, he is finding in the current French election campaign that his policy on European unity...
Topping the film's unholy triangle, Rita Tushingham deserts her waif roles to play a strident Teddy girl, sexwise and pound-foolish. Partly because housewifery sounds easier than getting a job, she marries a boyish motorcycle enthusiast, Colin Campbell. Their formal wedding, with cyclists revving up outside the church, is a travesty of gracious living. And Director Sidney J. Furie (The Ipcress File) weaves lively, sharp-eyed observation into a rowdy reception followed by the couple's honeymoon at a dreary resort...
...subject of nationalism. "It's the sickness of the world -- the madness of the ego, whether private or national. Once we've solved this, the rest falls into place. And nationalism is such a bore, isn't it? I tell you, when I hear young people talk about how foolish it is, I feel there's hope yet. After al, isn't mankind -- the world -- really more exciting? ... It's terribly exciting to have blacks and browns and yellows each with their own sound, yet somehow forming a marvelous orchestra...
...untidy life of Valentin Marcel Proust, now 51, was drawing to a close For 17 years he had prophesied this event to his friends, who were amused. He had diagnosed the instrument pneumonia-before the doctors, even before it struck. Now he would have nothing to do with his foolish, fluttering rescuers. Weakly, vainly, he ordered his own brother, Dr. Robert Proust, from the room. After he died, those malevolent enemies of his life, sunlight and flowers, were admitted at last to his presence, along with a steady tide of mourners. One of these, Jean Cocteau, the poet, noting...