Word: screens
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Famagusta's Hereon movie theater, where for the past ten years the screen has often been filled with the gun smoke of U.S.-made westerns, the shooting began earlier than usual one day last week. It was midmorning. and crowds milled through the busiest shopping area of Cyprus' third-largest city (pop. 21,100). Five pistol shots rang out and, just ten yards from the Hereon's box office, a man slumped to the sidewalk, wounded in face, chest, abdomen and hand. The gunman fired a sixth shot and disappeared among the shoppers. The victim, who died...
...decked out in American-made bathing suits, $15 chemises or $7,500 mink coats. Almost unnoticed in the wolf-whistling stampede toward the fashion models: the U.S. atomic energy exhibit. Other American attention-getters: the "Circarama," a 15-minute movie of America the Beautiful projected on a 360° screen; the IBM 305 Ramac, which produces answers in ten languages in ten seconds; a set of U.S. voting machines. The pavilion's transplanted "corner drug store" and restaurant sold hot dogs, hamburgers, milk shakes at a brisk rate, chiefly to Americans...
...that is why movies are better than ever. Yet, flesh and blood, wandering loose through Harvard Square these days, is an oddly-shaped young man who, one gathers, finds few outward obstacles to the fulfillment of his whims and truly knows the freedom we see only on the silver screen...
Died. Elliot Harold Paul, 67, author (The Last Time I Saw Paris, Life and Death of a Spanish Town-), writer of sometimes tongue -in -cheek whodunits (HuggerMugger in the Louvre, The Mysterious Mickey Finn), screen playwright (Rhapsody in Blue), expatriate journalist, gourmet, jazz pianist; after long illness; in Providence. Among the writers who found themselves by getting lost in post-World War I Paris, few achieved more publication than Elliot Paul. A bearded, balding man with the look of a Tatar khan, he was a familiar figure on the Left Bank for nearly two decades, co-edited the monthly literary...
...film's entertainment value may have suffered from the passage of time and a transatlantic voyage. The sound is appalling, and the photography is jerkily primitive. Furthermore, the English titles are generally crowded off the bottom of the screen--but this is not too important, since Clair had no confidence in the new-fangled concepts of the talkies, and communicates anything important with the time-tested techniques of the silent film...