Word: paint
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...easily to Ford, although it took him 18 years to fulfill a childhood ambition to be a Congressman. Born in Omaha and christened Junior King, he was barely two when his parents were divorced. His mother took him to her home in Grand Rapids, Mich., where she married a paint manufacturer named Gerald Rudolph Ford, who adopted Jerry and gave him his name. In high school he earned pocket money by working in restaurants and in his father's factory...
...have said nothing for a year," Councillor Andrew T. Trodden told him, "but, honestly, I don't think you have done anything except paint this place up like a three ring circus." Rudolph again confirmed (it had never been a secret) that he had bought 4000 gallons of paint in 1964 and had already decorated Cambridge's streets with 2500 gallons...
...office are inexperienced and can offer little aid on more complicated traffic problems. "I have to keep people in the office working. I can't just let them sit," he reasoned. So, often he has to go out with the "people in the office" and show them how to paint traffic patterns on Cambridge's streets. The City Councillors didn't seem to think that was the best way for Rudolph, whose salary rises to $13,000 next year, to use his time...
...time, though, Ford scatters his beleaguered redskins listlessly across a 70-mm. Super Panavision landscape, showing twice the width but little of the scope that distinguished such Ford classics as Stagecoach. Perhaps he feels alien to Indians who don't come over the hill in war paint. The make-believe Cheyennes appear somewhat out of it themselves. When they are not struggling with the white man's words, they address one another in Navajo...
Contempt is decorated with posters advertising other films that Godard admires, and shots of paint-daubed statuary are inserted at intervals, presumably to suggest that a red-eyed Minerva gazes upon the 20th century with something less than Homeric tranquillity. The film's pretensions often make way for the most extravagant display of Bardot nudity yet seen. She appears nude in red light, blue light, and on a bearskin rug. "Do you like my ankles?" she purrs. "My knees? Thighs?" The question seems oddly beside the point for a director ostensibly contemplating the bust of Homer...