Word: groucho
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...seene halfway through "Room Service" finds a doctor bound and gagged in the bathroom, Harpo Marx chasing a turkey around the hotel room, and Groucho and Chicho browbeating a timid lawyer into signing a $15,000 check. In a matter of minutes Harpo accompanies the other two on the harmonica as they sing "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" over the body of a possum-playing playwright. All this and love interest too is entrenched at Boston's citadel of slapstick, the Laffmovie...
Never ones to let a logical plot stand in their way, the Marx Brothers outdo themselves in this revived 1937 classic. The chase, the great delaying action, Groucho scooting around like a bowlegged buzzard, and all the traditional slapstick routines are crammed into a confusing but hilarious "Room Service." According to the screenplay, Groucho is a producer who has no backers, Chico an unidentified character who lives with Groucho and owns a large stuffed moose head, and Harpo an actor who plays a dead body in Groucho's epic. But as in all their films, the zany trio slip...
...Concorde. But in the warm spring air the paraders sauntered listlessly, shouting their war cries with only perfunctory venom. A few demonstrators shouted: "A has la politique du dollar!" (Down with dollar diplomacy!)* in front of a Marxist movie from the U.S.-A Night in Casablanca, starring Groucho, Chico and Harpo. A woman stood weeping as she watched the Red Flags flutter close to France's own tricolore. "In the days of the occupation," she said, "Nazi flags, too, were sandwiched between French tricolores. They were tricolores without meaning. Now it is the same...
Bing Crosby Show (Wed. 10 p.m., ABC). Guests: Groucho Marx, Hank Greenberg...
Interviewers who tried to pin down Sheldon Sackett found him as jumpy as a flea circus, and as vague as a summer breeze. He likes crimson shirts and flossy hotel suites, which he roams with Groucho Marxian energy, gulping strategically placed drinks of Scotch, nibbling toast, bawling into telephones, thrusting laploads of handouts on his visitors. The handouts range from his financial statements (sound enough) to his theories about what ails the U.S. press (mostly sound effects...