Word: litvak
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...German accents ring false but hers seems real. She has a wonderful aptitude for sizing people up, appraising who is good and who is bad, and doing something about it. She turns on the tears, proves a sound moral point, turns off the juice, and carries on. If Anatole Litvak, a great director of Swastikas and Spitfires, had concentrated on the good old theme of people--specifically the fascinating and irrelevant Hildegarde--he might have had a great movie on his hands...
...Caesar for greener folding money, will star in High Button Shoes. Producer's Showcase will offer Somerset Maugham's The Letter (produced and directed by William Wyler), a musical version of Jack and the Beanstalk with Celeste Holm and Cyril Ritchard. John Huston's Lysistrata, Anatole Litvak's Mayerling with Audrey Hepburn and Mel Ferrer, Claire Bloom in the Old Vic's Romeo and Juliet, the Lunts, making their TV debuts, in The Great Sebastians, Gene Kelly and Fredric March in Front Page, a Roy Rogers rodeo. NBC will also give opera, ballet and concert...
Married. Anatole Litvak, 53, Russian-born cinema director (The Snake Pit; Sorry, Wrong Number); and Sophie Bourdein, 32, French model; both for the second time (his first: Actress Miriam Hopkins); in Las Vegas...
...depressing outlook is relieved, of course, by inevitable cure. Even a lengthy, schmaltz denoucment, complete with a sing-song rendition of "Goin' Home" (from, naturally enough, the New World Symphony), doesn't seem ludicrous after an intense portrayal of life in the hospital wards, Director Anatole Litvak uses occasional special effects with great success, particularly for the doctors' Inquisition to which each patient must submit before release. The flash-back technique, employed when doctors probe the patient's unconscious to unearth disturbing influences, is slick and convincing...
Intellectually, Director Anatole Litvak (Snake Pit; Sorry, Wrong Number) has behaved something like a schoolboy on his first visit to Paris. With visions of Camille and René Clair movies and Tropic of Cancer commingling gloriously in his head, he has rushed off down all the side streets in search of life, and has emerged, after interminable researches, triumphant-with an expurgated postcard...