Word: slob
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Award winner of 1960, Billy Wilder's THE APARTMENT is a half-funny, half-frightening probe into the mores of mid-century Big Business. The thousand faces of Jack Lemmon are uniformly hilarious; but Fred MacMurray, a boss-type figure and also a happy adulterer, is just an ugly slob. Shirley MacLaine, the apex of the triangle, is unusually wistful; at one point, she is made to attempt suicide. Whatever else it may be The Apartment is most definitely not the most amusing film since Some Like It Hot. Daily...
Natural-Born Slob. Says Jean .Kerr: "I seem to need less consolation than a lot of my friends," and one reason may be her solid religious convictions. "The most important thing about me," she says, "is that I am a Catholic. It's a superstructure within which you can work, like the sonnet. I need that. A good director tells the actors where to move exact ly; then they're free to act. I'm grateful for that discipline, and I've never had a crisis of conscience." In a recurrent dream, she dies, now in a road accident...
...confesses that her "besetting sin is sloth. I'm a natural-born slob. I once mislaid a copy of the Reader's Digest in my purse." ("I," pronounces Walter Kerr with critical accuracy, "am a hell of a lot neater than she is.") She buys enough cosmetics to underwrite a television program, spends hours and fortunes at the hairdresser, but cares little for clothes, buying cut-rate bargains. She has been wearing the same grey-fur-collared cloth coat to Broadway openings for years, frequently with a button missing...
Such observations, appearing daily, have established Ricketts as the leader of a Far East cult whose followers exist mainly to revile him. "Your tastes coincide with a slob," raged one such. "I stick pins in your column only in the hope that you will not sleep at night." An American film exhibitor in Tokyo, infuriated by Ricketts' reviews, made him a standing offer of free air passage home; when Ricketts allowed that he found Elvis Presley's "hiccuping" intolerable, students at Yokohama High School wrathfully formed a Send Al Ricketts to Mars Club. Recently, the irate husband...
Tooling through Sydney on his way to race in the New Zealand Grand Prix, Britain's balding Ace Driver Stirling Moss, 31, all but smothered himself in his own exhaust of self-crimination. "I'm a slob," he announced. "My taste is gaudy. I'm useless for anything but racing cars. I'm ruddy lazy, and I'm getting on in years. It gets so frustrating, but then again I don't know what I could do if I gave up racing." Has Moss no Stirling virtues? "I appreciate beauty." One of Nikita Khrushchev...