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...recent night in the village of Da Loc, in the Mekong Delta, seven civilians lay quietly in the mud. Cold rain dripped down their necks from the leaves of banana trees overhead. Suddenly, they spotted more than 20 black-pajama-clad figures creeping across the ripening paddies. At close range, the ragtag villagers opened fire with ancient rifles and M-l carbines. The Viet Cong attackers fled swiftly, leaving behind four dead and a prized Browning automatic rifle...
...never match, they had all the paraphernalia of strength: sweat socks, Erector sets, laundry bags full of shoulder pads, aircraft carrier models, framed photos of The Varsity, dirty books, baseball cards and pup tents, while you got the leftovers: paper dolls, hair curlers, bedmaking, frilly underwear, dishwashing, piano lessons, pajama parties. As you grew older, things got more confusing: boys went on fishing trips with their fathers, you were taken shopping by your mother; boys covered themselves with grease, you learned to pick out the right color hair ribbon; boys stayed out late at night, you babysat; if you were...
Bargain Rates. The only commercials they saw were two minutes of spots sandwiched between a soap opera and the evening weather report. In one, a pajama-clad comedian leaped from bed and dashed after his passion: garlic-flavored Boursin cheese. In another, three puppies tumbled out of a sweater worn by a curvy brunette, ostensibly proving that her "Tricot Bel" pullover snapped right back .into shape. Other commercials touted the virtues of Virlux butter, Schneider TV sets and Regilait powdered milk...
...outsider, (and, mind you, I've nothing to do with this show though you won't believe it after reading this review), be it ventured that one can make a fine estimate of a director's involvement when the show is as consistent and tasteful as Mr. Beck's Pajama Game. Either he's first-rate or my mother's name isn't Velvetina...
...anyone hasn't heard of The Pajama Game--like he's been simmering in a bubble bath since Douglas MacArthur flew home--it should be noted that, by virtue of its terribly attractive songs and its breathtakingly blemishless book, the show ranks rather high in its chosen category. For reasons already labored, and because of a virtuoso turn on the part of Peter Larson, who came late to the job of providing an orchestra, the production ranks almost equally high...