Word: phonograph
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...create terror and suspense, Welles employs familiar Hitchcock tricks of bizarre lighting and ominous disappearances, and adds some of his own. The picture's unusually pregnant photography always suggests much more than it shows. It makes effective use of a portable phonograph, whose cracked, tinny tune, signaling another killing at each playing, steadily grows in horror. The film is also notable for a terrifying performance by Jack Moss as a tubby Nazi killer...
...great plume of smoke over the industrial landscape; it is, simply, all that is left of the U.S. pianola roll business. But Imperial is a complete monopoly and it is enjoying a small boom, largely produced by A.F. of M. Boss James Caesar Petrillo's ban on phonograph recording (TIME, June...
...nationwide radio audiences by interviewing people and telling, by their dialects and inflections, what parts of the U.S. they were from. Often he was able to detect not only Philadelphia, for example, but also what part of Philadelphia. Today Lieut. Smith has a full-time job teaching soldiers, via phonograph records, a smattering of the odd dialects they are meeting from Tunis to Burma. He is an outstanding pedagogue in the thriving field of language-teaching-by-record...
...Inspector Maigret. Hot melodrama would be a better term for it. A young, naive Frenchman, Joseph Timar, goes out to work at the Equatorial African trading post of Libreville. At the town's only hotel, he stares at the grinning masks on the walls, cranks up a phonograph with a big, old-fashioned horn, drinks his first "peg" of whiskey and feels like a young rakehell. The feeling increases when Proprietress Adèle comes to wake him, wearing her usual black silk dress and no underclothing. Mutual captivation follows instantly...
...shuddered as the wind pushed him down Boylston Street. "Why worry,--why worry,--why worry" ran through his brain like the stuttering of a cracked phonograph record. The wind whistled "Don't worry," and the sign in the window behind the blood-red crosses was a challenge. For Patriotic Service Beyond the Call of Duty, it screamed. Vag's mind went Red, White and Blue. A minute later the warmth of the converted auto-showroom supported him as he heard the sugar-coated voice in the starched white uniform laugh, "Good afternoon." Come into my parlor, he thought...