Word: goat
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wrapper movie that could have been authored by an unlikely collaboration of Henry Miller, in his heyday, and the late Dr. Alfred C. Kinsey in his. What happens when a carefree, handsome studhorse of a man strolls into the lives of three sex-starved females who run an isolated goat farm in the French Alps? Going far beyond love, or even mere lust, Passionate Summer presents something of a heterosexual explosion...
...first hints of the Guard's financial maneuverings were printed in a blustery political column in the New Mexican that is traditionally bylined El Chivo (The Goat). The goat-writer: Bones Addington. Columnist Addington used his anonymous goat-butts to rout out productive leads for Reporter Addington. Example: in the midst of his disclosures, half a dozen calls told of nighttime removals of state-owned power mowers and home freezers from Guard officers' homes; Sage later admitted that he himself had returned a freezer. Addington also uncovered many state vouchers that had been falsified to permit unallowable purchases...
True Love. In Brisbane, Australia, organizers of the Royal National Show, the annual state fair, received a letter from an exhibitor: "Please send me a fresh check for the prize money won by my goat. When I was showing the last check to the goat...
...thwacking, shillyshally riot of slapstick. A train-a gruesome Irish hybrid of the Toonerville Trolley and a Long Island Railroad local -pulls into Dunfaill for a minute's stop. Its motley passengers immediately spill out into the station bar and some hilarious vignettes. To make room for a goat, a bewildered British couple are demoted from their first-class compartment into third, there to rub insensitive feelers with a slithering mess of outraged Irish lobsters. A sweater-girl (full-blown by Maureen Connell) snares a husband under the diverted beak of her matchmaking aunt. Even the bar-girl gets...
Though a millionaire several times over, Picasso lives in the elegant villa like a wandering Okie. A flock of pigeons coo from the third-floor balcony, chickens cluck on the lawn, the goat is kept on the second floor. Significantly the one clear space in the house is around his easel, lit by a powerful electric lamp with triple reflectors, where he paints every day from 4 p.m. until after midnight with an old boxboard for a palette, sometimes knocking off two or three versions of a subject in a single session. Explains Picasso : "I am a Spaniard. Just...