Word: screeched
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...idiom of humor is utterly different from the American; the situation is so utterly crazy that much of the picture's charm is not in its guffaws but in its continuity; the screech of the language seems so utterly preposterous to the untrained ear that we suspect these Italians may be pulling a much bigger joke than we know. According to Casablanca gossip, both of the principals, Maria Fiore and Vincenzo Musolino, are acting professionally for the first time. If so, they could have fooled us. Their humor is broad and foreign, but not obscure...
Leaving behind his Cuban finca, 25 cats, seven cows, several dogs, one screech owl and the stuffed lion's mouth in which he deposits high-priority letters, Author Ernest ("Papa") Hemingway and wife Mary slippe'd undetected into the canyons of Manhattan, enjoyed some semisecret days of fleshpot scouring without revealing his resting place ("I just want to confuse the hell out of Celebrity Service"), made a special excursion to the Bronx Zoo to converse with its two hippos ("I needed Miss Mary around for the grammar"), slipped off as quietly as he had arrived for a sojourn...
Pass the Claret. Transfusion, which is punctuated at regular intervals by the screech of tires and a deafening crash, tells the adventures of a crazed driver who cracks up repeatedly and requires countless pints of blood...
Jerry is introduced as a boy who got that way by reading horror comics. The idea may cause a serious drop in circulation for the screech sheets, but in the picture it brings a wacky rise in Dean Martin's fortunes. Jerry talks in his sleep, and what he reads all day he dreams all night-mostly about Zuba, a girl with three eyes, and something called Vincent the Vulture. Dean, a commercial artist, makes illustrations of Jerry's somnolo-quies, and sells them to a well-known pulp publisher (Eddie Mayehoff) for buckets of blood money, which...
...luxury in its midst. Trying to call off a mob from burning a Greek church, a Turkish woman lawyer, Surreya Agaoglu, shouted from her balcony that the marauders were endangering their own homes. "What have we to lose but a blanket and a pot?" came a harridan's screech from the mob. "You wait in your fine home. Your turn will come!" By then it was poor against rich...