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...Negroes on the economic scale-first by the best possible training, second by fighting for job opportunities. Assistant Principal Victor D. Lewis recalls, for example, "a big decorating firm downtown that wouldn't hire a Negro, even to clean a brush. Now one of our people is a foreman there. We simply produced a good decorator and challenged them to hire...
...suspend your reason for a couple of hours and have a whale of a time, take in The Guns of Navarone. If you've heard the music, or even read Alastair MacLean's bestseller, by all means go all the way and plunk down your coins to see Carl Foreman's version. Though unbelievable, it's spectacular, and with shipwrecks, cliff-climbers, saboteurs, informers, captures, escapes, and explosions, (and Gregory Peck, David Niven, and Anthony Quinn), how can you lose...
...pretensions. It is difficult to turn out either a good action thriller, or a good psychological study of war (such as "Paths of Glory"). It is probably not possible to do both, and certainly the Guns of Navarone has failed in its half-hearted attempt. Writer-producer Carl Foreman would have been well advised to stick closer to the book, which aspires to do nothing more than tell a good story...
...speeches become more foolish by the fact that writer Foreman has made no attempts to give his characters motivation, to instill them with substance or individuality. To him they are merely puppets, the storyteller's devices in advancing the plot. There is, of course, nothing necessarily wrong with this--it permits a much faster pace. But interplay between puppets is likely to be unconvincing, and indeed it is. David Niven's cynical outbursts are dull unless they are funny, and the whole business about how Anthony Quinn is going to kill Gregory Peck when the war is over just doesn...
Author White has a fine, sweaty flair for physical detail: "The foreman stood there twiddling the hairs of his left armpit and breathing through his mouth." He has a grand ear for gossip: "I never take nothing substantial of an evening," clucks one old hen to another. "My stomach would create on retiring." And, above all, he has felicity and precision in his use of word and image: "Though her words were dead," he says of a social lioness, "the shape and colour of their sentiments were irreproachable, like those green hydrangeas of the last phase, less a flower than...