Word: maudlinity
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...that Hollywood may not dare refuse her a third Oscar. It has Curt Jürgens, a German matinee idol who looks like John Wayne with a monocle scar, and it has the late Robert Donat, playing a sort of Chinese Mr. Chips in his most magniloquent style of maudlin. It has Cinema-Scope, DeLuxe color, 2,000 Chinese extras, a $5,000,000 budget, a $450,000 set, a running time of 157 minutes-without an intermission. It has love, war, religion, riot, murder, spectacle, horror, comedy, music, dancing, miscegenation, cops, robbers, concubines, children, horses, the best scenery...
Reading the cases, we easily tend to be cynical and dismiss the entire thing as a maudlin attempt to cash in on our sympathy, so generous and outgoing at Christmas time. Some readers, of course, might be moved to send in a few dollars to help Mrs. Bella H., 85, obtain the guidance she needs...
Less surely handled by Director Peter Glenville or either of the principals, Me and the Colonel would tip over into maudlin sociology or an embarrassing joke. But Actor Kaye, in his first completely straight role, keeps such a clear grasp of Jacobowsky's innate strength that every sly remark creeps through with the force of wisdom as well as the bite of wit. And Germany's Jürgens, curling back his lip and swirling his eyes as he exults, "I sniff battle-I'm alive again!" accomplishes the tricky task of making Actress Maurey...
Bundle of Paradoxes. In less capable hands than Playwright Costigan's, Little Moon might have been eclipsed by the maudlin religiosity that afflicts showmen on rare visits to church. Costigan told his mystic-tinged love story with subtlety, taste and poetic fervor. His unloving lovers were Julie (Joan of Arc) Harris, no stranger to theatrical heights, and Christopher Plummer, the Toronto-born actor who did as well for Costigan as he usually does in Shakespeare. His director was Hall of Fame's skilled George Schaefer. But the playwright had mostly himself to thank for the story, in which...
Patchen is a big boy now, 47 years old, and one's initial reaction is to remark that the fellow still hasn't grown up. His work is formless, often maudlin, sometimes downright silly. Yet amongst his poems (and he is, or has been, a very prolific writer) are flashes of humor and even insight that make leafing through this newest volume a not wholly unrewarding hour...