Word: hopper
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week Columnist Hedda Hopper, in a patient, motherly tone, read the moviemakers a mild warning: "Every picture, whether good, bad, or stinky, is labeled 'colossal' or 'stupendous' . . . We must try to persuade those who have stopped seeing movies to form the habit again by telling the truth about our product, and rating a picture honestly, as fair, good, or perhaps great. Few are colossal, you know...
Week-Ending Columnist Hedda Hopper, on encountering lei-bearing greeters at Honolulu's airfield: "Gadzooks, what a reception for an old goat...
...three types: 1) a wife's (or husband's, or sister's, or laundress') eye view of how the popular favorite "really lives"; 2) the shopgirl-to-star Cinderella story; 3) discreet gossip-usually handled (for up to $1,000 a story) by Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons, Sidney Skolsky or some other expert big enough to flout studio censorship...
Learning to be at ease with such varied assignments as presidential inaugurations, Olympic ski jumps, an eclipse over Brazil, and Edna Wallace Hopper has converted Grauer into something of a quick-change artist. Last week, for example, he was a solemn reader of blank verse (Living-1948), a slightly sardonic moderator (Author Meets the Critics), a whimsical telecast quizmaster (Americana Hall), a rather bubbly announcer (Chesterfield Supper Club). On the NBC Symphony, he had to hurry ("Toscanini won't wait a second," he confided, "I really have to rush before the downbeat...
...Hopper's Summer Evening, a young couple talking in the harsh light of a cottage porch, is inescapably romantic, but Hopper was hurt by one critic's suggestion that it would do for an illustration in "any woman's magazine." Hopper had the painting in the back of his head "for 20 years, and I never thought of putting the figures in until I actually started it last summer. Why, any art director would tear the picture apart. The figures were not what interested me; it was the light streaming down, and the night all around...