Word: pleasant
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...singing sometimes adds to the splendor of the music. James Paul, as the ghost Peter Quint, can evoke lurking evil, great power, and blinding charisma with his smooth tenor, and gives a truly frightening performance. The governess, Jean Marshall, has an accurate, pleasant voice that is sometimes too weak; but it is her acting, not her voice, which makes us care about her even more than we do about the beautiful, corrupted children. Their main difficulty is that their voices aren't quite strong enough; and in the chimes scene, where their hymn deteriorates into a satanic chant, the horrifying...
...saving reorganization of Austria's nationalized industries. The opposition criticism was mild because, as the Socialists argued, the government's goals would have been much the same even if the coalition had continued. Declared Vienna's independent Kurier last week: "The first great duel was a pleasant disappointment...
Noxzema shows a man shaving while bump-and-grind music accompanies the disappearance of the beard and a girl's voice pants: "Take it off. Take it all off." Gordon Bushell, creative director at Esty, Maura Dausey, intended Noxzema viewers to "get the pleasant feeling of being in on a joke. We hope the audience will laugh along with us-and buy a can of Noxzema...
...victim is his wife, and Frobe has such an airtight alibi that the murder case would be swiftly closed except for a rich young stranger (Maurice Ronet), who is interested in uxoricide for its instructional value. Caught between a neurotic wife who won't give him a pleasant word or a divorce and a delectable mistress (Marina Vlady) who will give him just about anything, Ronet begins to hang around Probe's bookshop, asking questions...
...Fool informed King Lear on the heath: "Prithee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire . . ." Russia's new Lear, Nilcita Khrushchev, passed his 72nd birthday on the heath outside his dacha near Moscow. His family held a pleasant little party all right, but alack, the palace-controlled Soviet press had neither poetry nor prose to mark the event. To them, the king is dead. And when the old dictator lit a bonfire to celebrate, the heavens opened and the rains doused Nikita's flame...