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...this baker's dozen of Bogey items. One can only wistfully shed a tear that such splendid works as Roaring Twenties (1938), High Sierra (1939), African Queen (1952) and Beat the Devil could not have been substituted for the five mediocre works on the program, Big Shot, Kid Galahad, Crime School, San Quentin, and Passage to Marseilles. CHARLES S. WHITMAN
Cassius Clay is Hercules, struggling through the twelve labors. He is Jason, chasing the Golden Fleece. He is Galahad, Cyrano, D'Artagnan. When he scowls, strong men shudder, and when he smiles, women swoon. The mysteries of the universe are his Tinker Toys. He rattles the thunder and looses the lightning. "I was marked," he says. "I had a big head, and I looked like Joe Louis in my cradle. People said so. One day I threw my first punch and hit my mother right in the teeth and knocked one out. If you don't believe...
Lawrence of Arabia. To the hero-happy public he was a guerrilla genius, the Galahad of World War I. To his military superiors he was a popinjay. To the Arabs he was Sheikh Dinamit, the spirit of the wind who led them to victory over the detested Turk. To Biographer Richard Aldington he was a cad and a bounder-sado-masochistic, hemi-homosexual, selfpublicizing charlatan whose actual role in the Arab revolt was small and whose subsequent career as a technician in the R.A.F. was merely a theatrical gesture of humility. To Winston Churchill he was "one of the greatest...
...Galahad. Wham! Whomp! Thunk! Glunk! The Kid in the white satin trunks with the shamrock-green piping is down. The ringside crowd is up and roaring. "Sev-hin, A-yut, Nigh-yen"-the Kid's up again. He's bleeding at the mouth. How much more of this grueling punishment can the Kid take? Well, say another 15 or 20 solid punches right in the kisser. But don't sell the Kid short. He has a heart of gold and a head of lead. When his eyes begin to look like two fried eggs...
Anyone who believes this will cherish the rest of this movie. Since Kid Galahad is Elvis Presley, he has trouble lifting his eyelids, let alone eight-ounce gloves. Except for Joan Blackman's sweater, there is precious little to open anyone's eyes in this re-botch of the 1937 movie about the seamy side of the fight game. Between bouts, Presley Elviscerates a few helpless songs, moos over Joan, and twists like Little Egypt. Gig Young as a blarneying promoter and Lola Albright as his "fiancée" try to beat some brains into the picture...