Word: playboy
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...clean, clear shape of neoclassicism, the Nazis banned it because of its antiRomantic ring. And after the war, when Hindemith returned to Europe after 13 years in the U.S., he was widely considered a walking anachronism by the new musical revolutionaries. In youth, he had been called "the playboy." In age, he was "the academician." In more than 40 prolific years, he never won much of an audience...
...says, and the flashy type (Vittorio Gassman) comes bounding upstairs to use the telephone. Turns out he's a gay and charming playboy on the sunny side of 40, a colorful drone who buzzes from mistress to mistress, job to job, meaning no harm but constitutionally unable to consider anyone but himself, any moment but now. The young man (Jean Louis Trintignant) is the typological opposite: a self-swallowing introvert who buries his life in his law books and doesn't even dare say hello to the girl he secretly loves...
...What are you living for!" the playboy bellows, and drags him off for a spin in his sports car. The young man tries to resist but he cannot; the energy, the zest of the older man sweep him along like a leaf in a gale. Eighty, ninety, a hundred miles an hour and, mamma mia! no hands on the wheel! Two girls appear in a convertible; the playboy gives chase. The police roar after him; he flashes a government pass. Gas, cigarettes, food; the playboy orders but his companion pays. The young man objects to being used...
...young man suddenly feels empty, light, free: free of the past, free of his own galling limitations, free of his existence even, free as a bird and like a bird he longs to spread his wings and fly, fly! "Faster!" he shouts into the shouting wind. "Go faster!" The playboy, catching his mood, laughs with a mad demonic exultation and pushes the pedal to the floor. Ninety, a hundred. "Faster!" Laughing, the playboy swings out to pass...
...Grenadettes. They raced young motors, and there is nothing like them any more. It is not enough to say that magazines like Playboy, Dude, Gent, and Rogue have defeated Hollywood by double exposure, although today's military barracks and college rooms are all but innocent of actresses, being decorated instead with the slick-paper mermaids of whom Mort Sahl has observed that a whole generation of American boys is growing up with the expectation that their wives will have staples in their navels. But these lifeless gatefold odalisques could hardly compete with living dolls. Hollywood's sex stars...