Word: goldwynism
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...bordering an article on cafe society, included several simulated newspaper pages. A tiny sheet headed Daily Mirror, which carries Mr. Winchell's column, was labeled Broadway Filth. In another small space Artist Beaton had written: "Cholly Asks Why? . . . Is Mrs. Selznik such a social wow. . . . Why is Mrs. Goldwyn such a wow. . . . Why is Mrs. Louis B. Mayer...
...Robert McWade as the crabbiest, crustiest crosspatch that ever foreclosed a mortgage or sicked the dogs on a luckless swain. Last week in Hollywood, 56-year-old Actor McWade, in the oppressive regimentals of a Civil War officer, went wearily over & over a scene with James Stewart in Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's Benefits Forgot. He couldn't seem to smooth out his lines. Finally he got them straight. Veteran Director Clarence Brown shouted orders, "Cut, save the lights," and rubbed his hands. "Fine," he exulted, "fine. That was the last scene, Bob. You're all through...
Mannequin (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). When Actress Joan Crawford, in the lithe chic of a $2.98 bathing suit, adjusts her shopworn profile to a summer night and sighs to her handsome vis-a-vis, "why do you suppose the moon is always bigger on Saturday night?," a million understanding shopgirl hearts sigh with her. And when, temporarily exalted to a swank Manhattan penthouse, Joan looks over the parapet at the twinkling city, "piled up against the dark," many a less lyric lass wishes that she, too, might sometime be so pent...
...Proof (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). Myrna Loy, Franchot Tone, Rosalind Russell and Walter Pidgeon as four smart young people bandying sharp-eyed badinage. Even when they are seething with despair or rage, they pretend to be as gay as the late Don Marquis' mehitabel. Most frequent line: ''Don't like you." Current & Choice Wells Fargo (Joel McCrea, Frances Dee, Bob Burns: TIME...
...Brimstone (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer), an old-fashioned Western, elaborately cast, expensively produced, neither better nor worse than scores like it, has the speed, dusty swagger, standardized hokum of the standardized Western. Its dullness is often redeemed by Wallace Beery's loutish homicidal cuteness as the bad man with a heart of gold...