Word: punk
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...they got hold of Penkovsky, and the same thing may happen to anyone who, in his blindness, nibbles at the bait the imperialists so lavishly toss out." Izvestia chimed in with an acid-etched portrait of the kind of comrade the imperialists are looking for. Dubbing him "Punkovsky"-for punk-Izvestia reported that this unsavory type cherishes a never-ending stream of gold-embossed invitations to diplomatic receptions, where he can be spotted by his "empty phrases and full glass." He is the sort of man who, when Benny Goodman visits Moscow, carries his clarinet case. Those old pants...
Spillane is great with his own dialogue. "I don't belt dames," Hammer says aristocratically. "I kick 'em." And he also executes with relish the grislier triumphs of his imagination. Since he has promised to turn over his enemy alive to the Feds, he beats the punk unconscious. Then, instead of tying him up, he drives a railroad spike through his hand and into the floor. The Girl Hunters was filmed at London's Elstree Studios, and the English just aren't accustomed to that sort of thing: the script girl got sick...
...Australian bounder dressed up like a British bobby, and so are the other members of the I.P.O. (Impersonating Police Officers) Gang. In one week alone they pluck six plums off Sellers' thumb, and by week's end the poor punk is driven to a desperate remedy: set a cop to catch a cop. Unfortunately, Inspector Fred ("Nosy") Parker (Lionel Jeffries), who qualifies handily as the stupidest flatfoot seen on screen since Edgar Kennedy turned in his badge, couldn't catch a hangnail in a square mile of linsey-woolsey...
...from time to time slipped into downright obscurity. On the few occasions when he had to sing from center stage, he invariably fell victim to some quirk of personality that cost him friends, fans and jobs. His life, as even he tells it, began to sound like a punk's diary. "I didn't know the word for it then," he says, "but I can see now that I was defensive. I had a chip on my shoulder." To unload it, Torme took his troubles to the psychiatrist's couch...
...tries on an expensive pair. "They look dark in this light," he murmurs, and permits the salesgirl to urge him toward the front door, where he carefully inspects the leather in the sunlight. A tomato, flung by an accomplice on the sidewalk, smacks him in the face. "Why, you punk!" the hero roars, and as the salesgirl stares in confusion he furiously pursues his assailant down the street and around the corner, running quite well for a man in a new pair of shoes...