Word: porters
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Newark is the place where the Pullman porter comes in to brush you off for New York...
...hardly raised the curtain on the frowsiest-looking attic in years than it catapults upon the audience the most blisteringly vituperative character. While his better-born young wife (Mary Ure) bends over an ironing board and his working-class friend (Alan Bates) sprawls over the Sunday papers, Jimmy Porter looses his bilious scorn, like a revolving gun turret, on everything within range: art, religion, radio, Sunday, England and, again and again, his wife and mother-in-law. As minutely venomous as a wasp, as sweepingly violent as a whirlwind, his mockery sauced with self-pity, his growl subsiding...
Quite apart from Kay Kendall, Les Girls is a fine musical comedy-easily the best that Hollywood has put together since An American in Paris and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (also M-G-M productions). The picture has only a second-drawer score by Cole Porter, but Director George Cukor has shrewdly managed to make the least of it, and to make the most of a marvelous run of creative luck. Gene Kelly dances less than usual, and rather better. Mitzi Gaynor, whose face most Hollywood cameramen have in the past been careful to undertook, is revealed to have...
Perhaps the real trouble with the American musical theater, of which Rumple is a fair sample, is a glut of achievement. In Porgy and Bess it can boast at least one genuine masterpiece, and in the work of Richard Rogers and Cole Porter it generally displays a very high level of taste and integrity. Furthermore, any cultural phenomenon which shows so much tenacity as the musical theater must fill a real need or it could not exist for thirty or forty years without alteration. Musicals are not only the very distillation of glamor and sophistication, but also hold...
...leisure. Edith grew up in Fort Wayne, Ind. At seven she began studying Greek and Latin, was able to hold her sisters enthralled for hours with her tales out of Sir Walter Scott and her recitations of Keats and Shelley. By the time she graduated from Miss Porter's Finishing School for Young Ladies in Farmington, Conn., she knew exactly what she wanted to do. "My dear Edith." clucked Miss Porter, "you can become learned. But, my dear Edith, I don't think much of learning...