Word: lilt
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...essays, stories, notebooks and letters, including the famed scarifying confession (published in Esquire in 1936) in which Fitzgerald explained his decline from high-ranking novelist to Hollywood hack. The result is an extraordinary character-study, wholly free from reticence or whitewash. Readers who hope to recapture the lilt and flame of flapper days will find themselves staring at the clogged ash trays and unwashed glasses of the morning after...
...script is always simple, sometimes touching, never flashy, only here & there a little cute. And Composer Rodgers has swathed it in one of his warmest and most velvety scores. More than a succession of tunes, the music helps interpret the story; it has operatic climaxes, choral fullness, choreographic lilt. But it is still in tunes that Composer Rodger's real magic lies-whether the tender If I Loved You, the light, murmurous This Was a Real Nice Clam Bake, the full-throated sweetness of June Is Bustin' Out All Over. And Hammerstein has caught their spirit with...
...this is pleasantly interrupted by Composer Arlen's (Stormy Weather, Blues in the Night, That Old Black Magic) music-the choral lilt of When the Boys Come Home, the solemn gaiety of Sunday in Cicero Falls (a big spectacle number), the romantic fooling of Evelina, the dusky The Eagle and Me, the warm balladry of I Got a Song (put over with a bang by huge black Richard Huey...
...Film Unit; Universal), like many popular soldier songs, is far from martial. Its words (which are sung by a lonely girl and her lonely sentry sweetheart) were written in Hamburg in 1923. Its trivial, contagious tune† was made in the Germany of 1938. It was given its drawling lilt in a Berlin cabaret, by a Swedish singer named Lala Andersen (played by comely Pat Hughes), who is now in a concentration camp. (Reason: she wrote in a letter, "All I want is to get out of this horrible country...
What makes Helen Goes to Troy as a show is the thing that has kept it alive for nearly a century: the inimitable lilt of Offenbach's music, a vulgar Parisian sheen that sparkles like the rhinestones in a cocotte's garter...