Word: shirts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...stage or in Hollywood-this one, second product of Paramount's Elstree studio to be released in the U. S., suffers from poor photography and sound recording. Typical shot: Margot (Gertrude Lawrence) and Willie (Owen Nares) squabbling in an ornate night-club while a Negro orchestra in shirt-sleeves plays The Peanut Vendor amid a cloud of toy balloons...
...fitting trousers, a wide-brimmed straw hat, a loose white collar. He spoke to no one, ate no food. He did not even move during the whole dinner. Britishers are traditionally polite, impassive; the other dinner-guests ate their food and paid no attention to this funny old stuffed shirt...
...stuffed shirt was literally what they were honoring. When Jeremy Bentham, famed economist-philosopher, died at 84, he left to the University of London his body, to be dissected in the presence of friends. In his will he provided that "my skeleton will be caused to be put together in such a manner as that the whole figure may be seated in the chair usually occupied by me when living, in the attitude in which I was sitting when engaged in thought." Jeremy Bentham's bones were dressed up in his own garments, topped off with a wax effigy...
...technique is not excellent either. Tricks of the camera compensate for bad photography, and the many unusual shots, as that of the laborer removing his shirt, revealing a sinewy silver-sweated back, are beyond praise. But tedium reigns when too many impressionistic scenes of rushing water and driving storm appear. The sound effects are well executed: one can almost taste the cinders and smell the reek of the locomotive...
...away. Crouching again, Battalino sprang after him, savagely knocked Petrolle down with another torrent of blows. Petrolle is one of the ring's sagest fighters. He knelt till the count of nine, stalled for more time by wiping the resin off his gloves on the referee's shirt. Then, steadied, he resumed his fearful slashing of Battalino's face for ten rounds, stabbing precisely, murderously, at length wearily. Again the ring canvas was red with Battalino's blood from nose, lips, eyes, scalp. Again Battalino kept wading forward, always forward, to the end. Again...