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Situated beneath Kirkland and Eliot, the Culinary Support Group facility is an underground complex of offices, tunnels, prep floors, refrigeration rooms, industrial oven units and cutting counters. If Henry Ford had a child with Betty Crocker, the kid would be in hog heaven here...
...Look, I was nine when I saw the movie in 1953; what could a kid know? This one thought, and thinks, that "Dr. T." is a bold and spooky parable of persecution and revolution. What's bold? Well, for a start, the conception of the main characters. Except for young Bart Collins (Tommy Rettig, who a few years later became Lassie's best friend on TV), they are weak or venal. Dr. Terwilliker (the sublimely snide Hans Conried) is a musical megalomaniac who wants every child in the world to learn his Happy Fingers piano technique. Bart's mother Henrietta...
...Less a kid's fantasy than a nightmare - with horrible heights, long chases, the loss of a mother's love - the movie ends in anarchy: Dr. T.'s musical plan is foiled, the kids run amok and a Rube Goldberg-style A bomb blows the whole place up. (By now Bart Collins has outdone Bart Simpson on the destructo scale.) Not since Jean Vigo's "Zero de Conduite" have filmmakers so fervently called for a revolt of the underage. Even the laconic Zabladowski falls under Bart's revolutionary spell. "People should always believe in kids," he says sagely. "They should...
...curious kid in me still loves the Zimkowitz box score, the Flit ads, Private SNAFU's adventures with Axis pinup girls and the terrifying, hilarious Dr. T. in his do-mi-do duds. Thanks, Ted Geisel - however your name is pronounced - for appealing to my better nature, and my true...
First, a disclaimer: there are lots of annoying people at Harvard. There’s That Kid in Section who takes copious notes on every week’s reading and asks if the term paper can exceed the set page limit, and those oblivious types who insist on sitting in the aisle seats of soon-to-be crowded lecture halls to cause maximum inconvenience to everyone else. Worse of the lot, however, are the semi-spoilt brats who complain about not having money to buy their grande skim lattes. I know this, because I am one of them...