Word: prisons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Barrett claimed he mistook the G-man he shot last year for another feudist, shared his last meal with the prison cat. Then attendants lifted his bullet-ridden, paralyzed body, clad in a pair of white pajamas, on a stretcher, carried it into the tented prison yard, toted it up 13 steps to the gallows. There they held him upright, half comatose...
...corporation, bearing my name. It is a fact that I entered Texas in the boom days at the end of the war. It is a fact that I was tried and convicted for overstating potential values in prospective oil fields. It is a fact that I was sent to prison at Leavenworth, and spent five years there...
...Riffraff," Jean Harlow and Spencer Tracy in the title role, is an expert melodrama of bombs, brains, brute stupidity, strike agitation, and escape from prison. The director makes use of every stock situation known to cinema, from the working girl sweetheart and the caveman boyfriend with neolithic brawn and paleolithic brains, to the sirens and flying bullets that scream after the escaped prisoner. But from beginning to end there is not one single cliche. In addition to this remarkable achievement, the picture tells a passionate love story without one word of love. Spencer Tracy, the tough...
...escape from the woman's prison is perhaps the most remarkable accomplishment in the whole picture. It takes place during a scream-jag riot fomented by a rat released from its cage, which is a device we should not have thought of ourselves. Instead of jumping into the ocean, as most escape heroines do, Jean Harlow crawls with her two companions through a drainage pipe. And when one of them is shot by a guard, she does not murmur with her last breath, "Good luck, Jean." "Riffraff" is worthy of the highest compliment a critic can give...
Employing a symbolism that is perhaps too ambitious, Friesen reads into the life of Peter Franzman the existence not only of all Americans but of all mankind, the intense development of the egocentric idealist struggling mightily to grow his splendid wings only to discover that life is a prison, a prison with walls of glass against which all wings must batter. And there is no consolation even in the discovery of the real beauty of history, namely, that mankind's courage is just this ability to keep battering, battering futilely and eternally hopelessly...