Word: lambent
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...Ministry of Fear (Paramount), as Graham Greene wrote it, was a thriller so lambent with smolderings of conscience and with religio-psychological sidelights that one critic compared it with Dostoevski. In the film version these murky glimmerings are gone, and the thriller's glow is thus considerably dimmed. But it is a tensely directed (by Fritz Lang) and finely photographed show...
...Gosh, When I Tell 'Em." War-hardened U.S. and British correspondents seemed more impressed than Dr. Imbo. No man-made scene of battle and destruction had shaken them so verbally. They wrote: ". . . incredibly awesome. . . . The great lambent tongue on the mountainside . . . some giant blast furnace suddenly gone berserk. ... A moving, burning coalyard ... a torrid, gluey mass ... a gigantic, grey-and-orange glowworm. ... All the freight cars in the world had hauled cinders from all the steel mills ever built and dumped them. . . ." But a G.I. corporal from Indiana topped them all. Said he, as he watched Vesuvius in action...
...itself is no extravaganza with bevies of beauties pouring out of cornucopias. It is an intimate musical comedy strung on an adequately comic story of U.S. Army rookies, and glittering at intervals with the shining beads of Astaire's exhilarating, airy acrobatics accompanied by Rita Hayworth's lambent looks and legs...
...cowled man commanded the Friar, and a lambent flame filled the chimney, cheering the room, driving out the chill mist. From the empty cupboard the servant produced a bottle of Maliga sacke and a fat capon. While the spitted fowl drank in the fire the monk talked of himself, of the joys of youth. "Thou'rt younge yet," be smiled. "And so was I, onely, methinks, a few houres gone. In everie pleasure reioycing, I imployed myselfe with all the wilde antickes of the sences. An apless knave, dauncing with the trulls, keping my stomacke better than my soule...
...completely a whimsical, unusual role. Styxian cynics are odd people, not too easy to portray. Nor are vicars on the longest of vicars' vacations. But Mr. Cannon realizes the Barriesque quality in the play with delightful results. William Duke, who wants a "keen" world, who likes his vicarship with lambent sincerity, who knows enough of life to misunderstand death--he is exact and competent, more so than can usually be expected in stock productions with red asbestos curtains and singleton orchestras. Miss Newcombe as the formidable Mrs. Clivedon-Banks; Miss Ediss as Mrs. Midget, romanticist atheist--they do not quite...