Word: gaslighters
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...that the studio, in its ardor to be tried & true, has remade Coney Island, a 1943 Grable hit, in a Chicago setting and called it Wabash Avenue. It is still the story of two conniving, double-crossing gamblers (Victor Mature and Phil Harris) who wrangle over the ownership of gaslight-era cafés and the affections of Betty Grable. A different musical score mixes oldtime songs with new ones that are so reminiscent that it is hard to tell which is which. For that matter, the new picture is hardly distinguishable from the original and, on any account, hardly...
...Washington's gilded, gaslight age, the cave dwellers (native Washington society) took over. The last of their queens were wealthy Mrs. John R. McLean, a Virginia lady of formidable presence, and her convivial, raucous daughter-in-law, Evalyn Walsh McLean, who died in 1947. Evalyn wore a diamond (the Hope) as big as a tiger's eye, and called men impartially "darlin' boy." At her crowded parties (at the old and new "Friendship"), men had to bring their brains with them; Evalyn delighted in pairing mortal enemies at dinner. Said an old friend, admiringly: "Evalyn had spite...
...member's illegitimate child who eventually achieves her rightful station, displays a fine-boned beauty and something beyond the call of duty in a British cinemactress: a good set of teeth. A merciful Atlantic washed away the picture's only other attraction: the original title, Fanny by Gaslight...
...modern-day "Gaslight" is holding forth at the U.T. Complete with hypnosis and a husband bent on murdering his wife, "Sleep My Love" gives that forbidding atmosphere to New York's fashionable Sutton Place which was the forte of the earlier Bergman-Boyer thriller. "Sleep My Love" is definitely not Academy Award material, but it, makes a refreshing and suspenseful two hours...
...rode is a part of Europe's past. It was a time when the snowy shirtfronts of gentlemen and the polished shoulders of ladies gleamed under gaslight, when young bloods drank champagne from the slippers of reigning beauties and hauled their carriages in triumph through the streets. In England, nice people never mentioned sex, or a lady's legs; on the Continent, they mentioned very little else, but with subtlety and circumlocution...