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...here's the twist-milord's lust for battle counts as nothing compared to the lust inspired in him by a winsome peasant girl, Rosemary Forsyth. He needs her, he explains, as he needs bread, sunshine, fire in winter. Honor. Well, blast honor. He claims the lass on the very day of her marriage to a husky serf, invoking the ancient droit du seigneur whereby a nobleman may claim ''the right of the first night" with any bride in his domain. The local priest (Maurice Evans) fusses a bit, suggesting that he choose another virgin...
Liliana, the buxom country lass who desperately wants a career in show business, best represents Fellini. At the beginning of the film, we find her naive, spontaneous, and perhaps overly in love with her audience. But after a big-time producer has signed her for his glamorous revue show, she turns cold, slightly bitchy, and even contemptuous of her public...
...Knack . . . and how to get it, as film comedies go, is too clever for its own good. Based on Ann Jellicoe's giddy, free-spirited play-still bouncing along off-Broadway-The Knack tells of a provincial lass (Rita Tushingham) at large in London who stumbles into a house occupied by three oddball bachelors. One is a potent pipsqueak (Ray Brooks), mysteriously endowed with the knack of "making it" with the opposite sex. One is a pallid, reticent schoolteacher (Michael Crawford), for whom the way of a Mod with a maid remains ever beyond reach. The third (Donal Donnelly...
...Rowston, 20, is a lanky English lass who had been unhappy ever since adolescence, and with good reason. By some quirk of nature, her pituitary gland failed to shut down its output of growth hormone as she matured, and she kept on growing to a towering 6 ft. 7 in. "I used to feel as if I had two heads," says Ann. "The children were the worst to face. They'd shout 'Lanky!' and 'What's the weather like up there?' and that sort of thing. I wanted to hide in shame...
...Grows in Brooklyn), has enough sentiment and heartbreak to fill several movies; what it sorely needs is a touch of cynicism and perhaps just a glimmer of recognizable truth. Hero Richard Chamberlain (TV's Dr. Kildare), struggling through law school during the 1920s, elopes with an Irish-American lass (Yvette Mimieux) whose tenement origins and uninhibited candor are purported to be rather embarrassing for him. Actually, Yvette conceals her social liabilities behind a peekaboo brogue and matching hairdo...