Word: girls
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...post went on, in chain letter form, to instruct its recipient to “hit 15 pretty girls on your friends list and let them know they are pretty.” After recovering from the initial disappointment that I had not received this post—apparently, my friends don’t think I’m very attractive—I was left puzzled. Though I knew that post was mostly just a harmless saying thought up by some frivolous girl somewhere out in cyberspace, I couldn’t shake the feeling that such...
...Sturges got her to channel her hyperactivity in The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, a 1944 comedy that transposes the Nativity story to an American town overrun with horny soldiers. Hutton's Trudy Kockenlocker is a virginal party girl who gets drunk and pregnant on a toot with the boys in uniform. To save the family's reputation, Trudy must convince Norval Jones (Eddie Bracken), the 4F loony who has loved her since childhood, to marry her while impersonating the soldier who knocked her up - whoever he was. (Trudy thinks his name might have been Ignatz Ratzkiwatzki.) Addressing all kinds...
...mood or situation, then act that out to the hilt, however short the phrase. Given the Johnny Mercer-Victor Schertzinger ballad "Not Mine" in her debut feature The Fleet's In, she dreamily croons the first line ("It's somebody else's moon above"), then immediately pulls a little girl's mope face for the words "Not mine." She took the same approach to acting, with multiple personalities flashing across her face with lightning speed and violence...
...embraced it. He didn't want subtlety, he wanted salesmanship, and Betty has the pertest peddler around. He wrote more than a dozen songs for her, all to be found in The Complete Lyrics of Frank Loesser . They started with the 1943 "Murder, He Says," about a girl's jive-talking beau; during the number she jitterbugs, seesaws her shoulders, puts her hand to her tummy and sashays sexily - all stops out for Betty...
...They were the anthems of a good-time girl who cried out, in the words of "Poppa Don't Preach to Me (The Perils of Pauline): "Let me fling till my fling is all flung." Yet she could also give heart (and soul) to a torch song, like the Pauline ballad "I Wish I Didn't Love You So" ("My love for you / Should have faded long ago"). Simple, sad and beautiful...