Word: gum
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Charlotte has a seven-year widow's itch for a mate. Humbert obliges, but only because he has a very special itch for her gum-chewing, Coke-swigging daughter Lolita (Sue Lyon). The shock effect of this is dimmed, since the film ducks the duty of specifying Lolita's age and gives the part to a girl of 14 who looks a round 17. Making her movie debut, Teen-Ager Lyon is simply overmatched by the demands of her part. She acts knowing rather than sexy, and she lacks what Nabokov himself has defined as the "demoniac" essence...
...joshed Rival Graham Hill, who was piloting a faster BRM: "Don't try too hard, Graham, or you'll blow it up." He screwed in his earplugs, snapped his helmet strap and adjusted his goggles. "Hey," he yelled to Mechanic Tony Robinson. "Where's my chewing gum?" Robinson handed him a stick. Moss waved. "Here goes," he said. Then, exhaust crackling fiercely, he roared off to the starting line...
...Kremlin has backed away from its stubborn resistance to "bourgeois" Western tastes in clothes, jazz and mating rites. The regime has yielded to youth's demands for its own distinctive styles, is actually manufacturing blue jeans for the first time. For the Jet Set, Moscow's vast GUM department store has a serviceable facsimile of an inexpensive, tight-trousered Italian man's suit for $150 ; it also sells spiked heels ($55), which even the best-heeled Muscovite miss often totes to parties in a paper...
...also won a reputation for surrounding himself with salesmen as energetic as him self. "A salesman," says Cushman, as he pops a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, "has to be friendly, and he has to be sincere. He has to know his product and believe in what he is selling." "We Can't Stop Trying." Cushman's chief job over the next three years will be to carry out a $210 million expansion program that is Kellstadt's legacy to Sears and an even more ambitious growth plan than General Robert Wood...
...Italians, like the French, are fearfully somber about their soulless, hellbent young-who, if a succession of tedious new-and old-wave films are to be believed, are constantly chewing gum, listening to jazz, riding motor scooters and wearing sunglasses in every conceivable stage of degradation. Every now and then, Director Mauro Bolognini remembers that he is supposed to sermonize, and there follows a cancer-at-the-heart-of-society scene. The punks unbutton their shirts to the navel (male exposure is the latest thing in social cancer) and lounge around glaring at one another. Nothing happens, which...