Word: lechers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...should have been obvious that Brigadier General Sir Harry Flashman was just too bad to be true. Liar, lecher, bully, coward and (according to his Who's Who entry, reprinted here) survivor of nearly every 19th century military disaster from the Siege of Lucknow to the Battle of Little Big Horn, he is as appalling and implausible a scoundrel as has ever shambled through the purlieus of the past. All the odder then that since this first volume of his purported "memoirs" was published recently in the U.S., all decked out with notes and glossary, no fewer than...
...then there is some very fine slap-stick. The credit here belongs wholly to de Rigault as Moliere has left vitually no stage directions. The greatest moment comes at the climax of the play when Orgon discovers that the trusted, devout Tartuffe is a hypocritical lecher thirsting after his wife. As Tartuffe lunges forward to embrace her, the virtuous lady steps quickly aside and Tartuffe lands in her husband's no longer quite so fond embrace...
...managed to insert a clause into the Civil Rights Act forbidding job discrimination based on sex. But draftable females were less than ecstatic. "Now that would put real meaning into Uncle Sam's saying 'I Want You,' " noted Manhattan Model Mason Susanne Boyd, 23. "The old lecher...
...critic is an avid lecher and blurb-confectioner, the other an intellectual exegete who would ponder the "human condition" in a pile of burning rubbish. Just such rubbish is put before both men in a fatuous mystery play. In a way, Hound is a miniaturized travesty of R. and G., since the two critics cannot grasp the play they are watching any better than R. and G. could fathom Hamlet. The critics become unintentionally involved in the action and are both shot to death. Stoppard is a ' word mimic and a born parodist. But parody is parasitic and needs...
...Hollywood is a case of seductio ad absurdum. It rests on the somewhat shaky premise that a Hollywood producer would set up an afternoon rendezvous with a suburban ma tron he once dated-17 years before-in order to kill an hour in bed. There is more lacquer than lecher in Scott's peacock-of-the-walk performance, but Stapleton is properly kittenish as she downs vodka stingers until she can only feel the bites on her neck...