Word: insipidness
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Born Gladys Green in New York City only one year after Barrie wrote Peter Pan, Actress Arthur quit high school to become a model, went into the silent films in 1923, when she was 17. Dissatisfied with insipid ingenue roles in westerns and comedies, she spent three years on Broadway (1932-34) in five forgotten plays until Hollywood consented to give her parts more to her liking. Her stubborn insistence on fighting for scripts she wanted -and her taste in choosing them-has given her a long string of movie hits. The latest: A Foreign Affair (1948). Her present contract...
...Harvard produces men neithgood nor bad," said a senior, "but sort of an insipid in-between...
Without being a bad show, Great To Be Alive somehow manages to become an insipid one. It starts out with an idea of its own; it ends up slopping over with all the dead seaweed known to musicomedy. The show gets no farther on sex than it does on spooks, and on murder it gets nowhere at all. More crucially, it doesn't get far on its music, either: Composer Ellstein's score is just agreeably banal, and the Bullock lyrics are not much fun even when clever. As for the gifted cast, Valerie Bettis is used monotonously...
...poor girls at Radcliffe. The John Reed Club wants them admitted to Lamont Library, some other clubs want them admitted as members, etc., etc. What I would like to know is, what purpose are these so-called clubs organized for? If their aims have so deteriorated or were so insipid to begin with that they feel the emancipation of Radcliffe is their sole forte, then they do not belong at Harvard...
...high time, declares Park Avenue Psychologist Andrew Salter, "that psychoanalysis, like the elephant of fable, dragged itself off to some distant jungle graveyard and died. Psychoanalysis has outlived its usefulness. Its methods are vague, its treatment is long drawn out, and more often than not, its results are insipid and unimpressive." With this blast against his rivals and competitors, Salter opens his Conditioned Reflex Therapy (Creative Age; $3.75), published last week. The book is more than a sneer at psychoanalysis and its father, Sigmund Freud; it is also a loose-jointed exposition of the wonders of Author Salter...