Word: slighted
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Despite the interest that her apron holds this time, an optimistic reader leaves Mother Advocate hoping she can put on weight. Slight as a pamphlet, Mother Advocate has only 20 pages, five fewer than the number of editors. She inspires the memory, in the mind of a reader 35 cents poorer, of a line commonly attributed to T.S. Mathews: "You held me on my tippy-tip-toes, but you never kissed...
...have read your article on the castle builder and fence-sitting theologian, Paul Tillich, and I must say that you did an excellent job about this man of whom I have a slight knowledge. It is astonishing how much material you brought in, partly by direct, partly by indirect communication. I think your presentation of his system was as clear as it could be, and the personal sections are as rich and warm as they could be. I heard that Mr. Tillich has received many congratulations about the article...
...plot is still basic Austen. The aristocratic Mr. Darcy (Farley Granger) falls in love with Elizabeth (Polly Bergen), one of the five Bennet sisters. She dislikes his arrogance as sincerely as he dislikes her middleclass, mercenary mother. It is a classic case of love at first slight. As Darcy, Hollywood's Farley Granger is the stuff telephone poles are made of. TV's Polly Bergen makes a winning Elizabeth, but the ex-Pepsi Cola Girl seems to be selling her part rather than playing it. As Mrs. Bennet, the huntress of five carriage-trade husbands, Hermione Gingold growls...
...happens, they have chosen the wrong man for the wrong job. Slight, timorous and flaxen-haired, young Nikolai has goaded himself to an inner state just this side of madness. But when the moment comes, he has neither courage nor hatred enough for his mission. What happens is a tragicomedy of errors-conspirators' notes gone astray, the bomb lost, crashing non sequiturs to a near surrealist plot...
...many of the characters are not as vivid as they might be, it is not entirely the fault of the actors. There is some slight sense that they were a second thought on Mr. Miller's part, as if he regarded them simply as a means to his end of writing about the implications of witch-hunting. He appears to be a Brechtean at heart, but not in manner, and so has neither produced a passionate parable a la Brecht, nor created particularly memorable autonomous characters in the naturalistic tradition...