Word: portrait
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...train went on. Four days later it pulled to a stop in a town where the Renaissance settled permanently, Florence. The Führer drove to the medieval Palazzo Vecchio, and under a portrait of Machiavelli, who once worked in the room, he and Benito Mussolini and Foreign Minister Count Ciano spread out their papers. At that moment the Italian Army was poised to reach its armored fingernails into the flesh of Greece. Hitler explained all he had done. Satisfaction was enormous. This was the 18th anniversary of Mussolini's march on Rome, and after the genial conference...
Edward G. Robinson, whose portrait of German Scientist Ehrlich entrenched him in the field of cinema biography, growls pleasantly through Reuter's tribulations. He has to buck the artistic irresponsibility of his poet-partner Max (Eddie Albert) and the indifference of rubber-skinned bankers before he proves that pigeons can pack the news from Brussels to Aachen quicker than the fleetest stagecoach...
...Writer-Naturalist Audubon's random writings. They are published in a large, handsome volume, largely and handsomely illustrated with 15 11½-by-15-inch color reproductions of birds and beasts by Audubon, one landscape by Audubon, one animal picture by Son John Woodhouse Audubon, one Audubon self-portrait...
...final concerts Pianist Artur Rubinstein, an early admirer of Villa-Lobos. played apiece called Rudepôema ("Savage Poem") which Villa-Lobos had intended to be both a portrait of the pianist and the most difficult piano work ever composed. Whether or not its brilliantly wham-banging measures actually portrayed mild-looking Mr. Rubinstein, Rudepôema sounded like a stumper for any virtuoso...
Dudley Digges gives a superb portrait of a stuffy uncle, and there are effective minor players, especially Bobby Readick as a malevolent small boy who is referred to by Mr. Truex as "Huckleberry Capone." But despite the excellent cast, the playwrights' wit fails to explode, merely intermittently sputters. Even Shakespeare came his croppers; presumably Kaufman & Hart are entitled to theirs...