Word: screens
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Jugoslav quarters said that, insofar as could be learned, the fleet has suffered no serious losses in the five days of German blitzkrieg and was able to move southward to join the British behind the screen of the Dalmatia Islands...
With an ideal production, the play might be a sort of animated Chinese screen portraying a charming, ancient tale of love triumphant over legal corruption. The Studio Theatre's revival has something of this quality, especially in the porcelain grace of the heroine, acted by little Dolly Haas, a German actress. But some of the actors lack her flair, with the result that the play provides mostly a rather precious kind of tedium...
...stars by night and the sun by day. . . . And so our safari is forced to rest-hoping to regain their strength with generous helpings of wart-hog stew." When a group of savages are arguing in their native tongue, very liberal English translations appear at the bottom of the screen. When Crosby tries to argue Hope into wrestling the octopus, he explains : "I'm trying to make you famous-people will write books about you." Cracks Hope: "Well, I know three words that won't be in 'em-'ripe old age.' " Bing-of-all-Trades...
...Paramount Studio in Hollywood last week came some of the most uninhibited, daffy nonsense to hit the U. S. screen since the heyday of Harold Lloyd. It was Road to Zanzibar, and its principal assets were two recruits from radio who bounced gaily through its inanities like a pair of playful puppies. For one of them, Bob Hope, it was the tenth film in a new and rapidly rising movie career; for the other, Bing Crosby, a dulcet, broken-toned singer who has confounded all the rules of show business for more than ten years, it was his 24th feature...
Grappling with history, this Alexander Korda production of an R. C. Sherriff-Walter Reisch screen play moves like the flow of molasses. Possibly because the narrative is a series of flashback recollections of Lady Hamilton, reclining in prison during her alcoholic dotage, its ponderous plodding can be attributed to the senility of the narrator. All Lady Hamilton offers in her two-hour tale is an extravagant picture of court finery, a romantic rehash of the exploits of the British fleet under Nelson, a fuzzy sketch of Nelson himself, a dazzling portrait of her own staggering beauty. There is no more...