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...marries one-Baron Konrad von Grueber-and it becomes the ruefully comic epic of Ippolita's skinflint life to retrieve her one uncharacteristic act of giving herself to him. The baron is a madcap giant of a hussar, a Homeric drinker and eater, an impenitent gambler, an indefatigable skirt chaser. Ippolita, to whom purse strings are the only heart strings, chokes as her beans-and-mush menus give way to roast pigs, shank sausage and plump capons. She likes to dress like a ragpicker; the baron makes her buy the latest imported fineries. Ippolita doles out fourth-rate wine...
Line Spies. Cardin shortens his suit jackets and flares his skirts, even forsakes his trademark swing coats for a slimmer, fitted model. Grės, who has done more through the years for draped gowns than anyone since Phidias, keeps the soft shoulder line and low-set sleeve but lets the waistline wander obliquely from a high empire front to a low back, includes six "intimacy dresses" (lounging costumes with harem pants). Jean Patou puts skirt upon skirt, gathers them all together at what is decidedly a natural waistline...
Designers' colors for winter sound like a low-calorie diet-carrot, eggplant, prune, cherry and mint. Fabrics range from ordinary reversible wools, suede and leather to delicately worked jerseys, crepe, chiffon and much velvet. The favorite by far is fur-Maggy Rouff shows an all-beaver skirt, Patou an all-nutria dress, and Balmain (a sort of latter-day Gregor Mendel) crosses persian lamb with tweed for a hybrid stadium plaid...
...form is to grow: she plays Pidgeon's secretary, not his daughter. Her function is to proceed about the submarine at canter, bearing messages, coffee and surcease from sorrow. Fully a third of the film is devoted to shots of Actress Eden running in her painted-on skirt and 4-in. heels, and there can be no question that Director Irwin Allen knows his proportions...
...Condon's latest morality, a Western, is written with calculation, not exasperation. It is not hard to imagine the author fretfully asking himself, on a dry day, what would be a good, juicy Condon touch. He offers several: a skirt-chasing captain in Cortes' army, for instance, writes a diary of his conquests and amuses himself by alleging it to be the confessions of the god Quetzalcoatl. Outraged Aztecs set upon the blasphemer and his descendants the curse of undying lust. Telling of it, one weary descendant, a rancher who at 67 requires the constant attention...