Word: quos
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Died. Sam Zimbalist, 57, M-G-M producer whose fondness for spectacle resulted in such films as Quo Vadis, King Solomon's Mines, Mogambo; of a heart attack on the set of one of the biggest splurges in cinema history-M-G-M's $10 million-plus Ben Hur; in Rome...
Chief credit clearly belongs to Mervyn (Quo Vadis, No Time for Sergeants) Le-Roy, the old Hollywood pro who directed the picture. Under his skillful guidance. Actress Simmons gives one of her most sensitive and graceful performances. And even Rhonda Fleming has been persuaded to make a variety of facial expressions that generally accord with what she is saying. But Dan O'Herlihy steals the show with one of the year's finest screen performances. Limited, insensitive, frightened, petty, penny-pinching, pompous, ambitious, but with it all somehow trying to be decent, trying to be kind, the husband...
...concrete terms, the choice lies between the extension of the civil rights legislation or painfully slow change in the status quo; between a needed, though expensive Federal Housing Act, on a permanent basis, or no housing law amendment; between a philosophy of constructive relief for economically depressed areas or a faith in the recuperative nature of economic cycles. To us the choice is obvious...
...black Cadillac) was only two-thirds afloat. No smalltime bey-decker, His Highness Sir Abdullah as Salim as Sabah quickly offered the ferryboat captain $16 to unload the latecomer and make room for the royal limousine. The Milanese tourist in the Fiat bid $32 to preserve the status quo. The Sheik bid $160. The Italian raised him $160, promised the captain $320. Chips cascading from his shoulders, Abdullah said $1,600. But the ferryman thought that was not a fair sheik, refused to switch cars at any price. His Highness' motorcar had to queue, wait...
...people of John Cheever's stories dwell among the shifting symbols of success, where the status is very seldom quo. Most of them live in Manhattan or commute to its skyscraper hives, for that is where the honey is. But somehow their lives, loves and labors leave the cuprous taste of pennies in their mouths; the middle-income bracket is their social vise. Few writers have probed the masked anxieties of the "have-not-enoughs" with the skill and authority of John (The Wapshot Chronicle) Cheever, 46. After Marquand, he is the ablest chronicler of the interior life...