Word: laming
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Farrell for hard hitting narrative to keep the story continually absorbing. Then the plot is neither subtle nor even convincing at times: the idea of a boy in a melancholy mood bursting out involuntarily with weird minor chords, from deep down inside him of course, seems rather a lame attempt to show that this lad had the old jazz spirit in him all along...
...American girl, so disguising his evil design with sulfurous similes and purple passion, he dazzles the dewey-eyed teacher from a sticks town in the States and wins her with a round-the-clock courtship. As we suspected, though, fate plays the trump card, and he falls like a lame duck right into her lap. The plot thickens when a rival strumpet, played to perfection by Paulette Goddard, disillusions Olivia about Boyer's soiled past, but the Rumanian's heart of gold, generated in the nick of time by the Hollywood alchemists, wins...
This is a lame excuse. Because the University has spread beyond the original acre and a quarter of cowyard procured by Governor Winthrop in 1637 for "a schoale or colledge" is no reason for adopting a name totally alien to our way of life. The ex-swampland which is Eliot House and the far-off wilderness which is Dunster are no more descended from the Romans' Campus Martius than are the peaceful preserves of Hollis and Stoughton. Both sides of Mass. Ave. are equally consecrated to intellectual grazing, luminating, and chewing...
This deal burst like a bomb on the sweltering, restless convention. The Reuther group bellowed: "Cheap politics." Dick Frankensteen's lame explanation that he did not want to "crucify" the North American local got more boos than cheers. President Roland Jay Thomas, as inept as a June bug, bumped his head against both sides. Many a cautious delegate believed that a Red purge might do U.A.W. more harm than good. But the Reuther group, angry at Frankensteen's flipflop, were out for blood...
...gruesome close-ups (on both sides) of rape, looting, calm and frantic murder; a soldier trying on some fancy drawers he stole for his wife, catching his big toe in the lace; peasants shyly examining a bullet-pocked plane as it exhales its metal odors in a meadow; a lame, derelict Cossack bandit dancing with his longer leg in a hole; Gregor's dead father, with warlice sheeting his face...