Word: slob
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...White, another émigré from TV. She invites inevitable comparison with Julie Christie; Producer Janni "discovered" both of them, and there is a notable physical resemblance. Miss White's range as an actress remains to be tested, but the gamut she runs here is already fairly long-slob and sexpot, worried mother and girl in love. She is totally convincing as a woman who can find a bit of fun and some fatuous hope by riding with the punches-whether they come from Fate or some other...
...Slob, Humbug & Jealousy. Volcanic in origin, the islands are a myriad of forms and sizes ranging from a barren cay to agricultural St. Croix, which is 26 miles long and up to six miles wide. St. Thomas offers the bustle of Charlotte Amalie, the islands' capital city, as well as ancient forts and quaint Danish architecture. St. Croix, quieter and less populated, boasts a rain forest and an arid, cactus-studded bluff, wildlife (deer, quail), a profusion of tropical fruit from papaya to pineapples, a golf course, and old plantations with such calypso names as "Slob," "Humbug" and "Jealousy...
...immobilized, only a miracle could save the show from being as sedative as Wilder's last picture, Kiss Me, Stupid. Fortunately, something like a miracle is at hand: Walter Matthau. A magnificent comic actor too long misused as a minor cinemenace, Matthau last year played such a spectacular slob in The Odd Couple that he made himself a major star of the U.S. stage. As the icing on Wilder's Cookie, he should also be accepted as one of cinema's top comedians...
...nation's "esoteric" law schools "fail to help the practicing lawyer," fumes E. Donald Shapiro. "They prattle about great principles, but who is helping the slob in Cedar Rapids...
...lousy slob!" says Dilwick the police chief. "Shut up, pig," says Mike Hammer-for him, an exquisitely genteel response. He has already extracted several of Dilwick's teeth with his knuckles, later subjects him to a fatal phlebotomy with a .38-cal. slug. The action in Mickey Spillane's 18th book is embossed with his usual delicate imagery ("The sun was thumbing its nose at the night"), characterization ("On some people skin is skin, but on her it was an invitation to dine"), and grammar ("You lay there, kid"; "I thought I could discern shouts"). As always...