Word: mushing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mush! In Baltimore, a Snow Shoe (Pa.) boy married a Drifting (Pa.) girl...
...escapist Utopias that mush roomed in the shadow of the industrial revolution. Father Rapp's was the least suggestive of milk & honey. His first ven ture was in Germany. The spiritual leader of a flock of phlegmatic German peasants, Peasant Rapp was a mystic with a sound business head. In 1804 he brought his peo ple to the U.S. ''not because he believed that God's voice would speak out of the marsh more clearly than it had spoken out of the vineyard in Wiirttemberg - but be cause the land was fierce and cheap." Celibate Communists...
Frenchman's Creek (Paramount) is a minor masterpiece of mush. A color-drenched $4,000,000 cinemadaptation of Daphne du Maurier's best-seller laid in 17th-Century England (TIME, Feb. 2, 1942), it offers male cinemaddicts little for their money except innumerable coyly brazen veilings and half-unveilings of Joan Fontaine's Restoration bosom, and a startling scene in which Miss Fontaine, alone in a dress-parade nightgown, frisks and flops about on her marshmallowy bed like a titillated tarpon. But to judge by the gasps, oofs, titters and low moans of the audience which stuffed...
...Kroll Opera House). There is intelligent characterization (best: a subtle young Nazi radioman who introduces Lili Marlene at the height of the German victories, later had to announce major German defeats). But Lili Marlene is the least satisfying of Director Jennings' pictures to reach the U.S. Too many mush-mouthed, romantic studio shots dilute its realism and imaginativeness. The British propaganda version of the song may have been effective in the war of nerves; in this picture it sounds so cheap that it all but defeats its own end. As a film, Lili Marlene never quite makes...
...better half walk off with the act. Sophie Tucker, the Manassa Mauler of her field, shouts a 1½-entendre salute to the boys through a meat-grinder larynx. Dinah Shore, singing I'll Get By over the short waves, soothes the entire planet in generously buttered mush. Ted Lewis talks through his top hat, and everybody who has ever liked Lewis-or John Barrymore -is happy. There are at least a dozen other acts, some of them all right. But they seem like three dozen, and the air gets so thick with self-congratulation that it is hard...