Word: socko
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Taboos of the Tube. For writers, too, the Private Eye shows make a socko source of income. For them, the big trick is the art of telling a story without tripping over the plot. The picture on the tube cries for action; the detective who takes time out to think becomes tedious. It was different on radio, says Writer-Producer Dick Carr, a veteran of radio's Richard Diamond and now a writer on TV's Staccato. "In radio you could always use a narrator to tie up the loose ends. I could cover any hour TV show...
There was only one thing wrong: everyone already knew that the British critics were dismissing Auntie Mame as a sad, soggy, American-style flop. But the party was (as even the British have learned to say) socko...
...town and laid out $600 as a down payment on a onetime burlesque house. Mayer hid the shoddy past of his theater with a coat of white paint, installed an organ, and dug up a religious film called From the Manger to the Cross. His opening was a socko success. The lines of ticket buyers taught L. B. Mayer a lesson he never forgot: Americans want simple, clean entertainment...
...nation's gaudier nightclubs-Las Vegas' Last Frontier, Hollywood's Giro's, Miami Beach's Copa City. Last week Davis was packing them in at Manhattan's Copacabana, and columnists were hurling exclamation points. Variety's verdict: "In the main, socko." Yet Davis has been doing much the same act since before the war, sometimes without making enough money to buy a new pair of pants...
...helped make her an Oscar candidate two years ago, ran through the scene once again during her nightclub debut in San Diego. Wearing a "figure-clutching," ivory brocade dress, Shelley also warbled a few songs (Find Me a Primitive Man) well enough to win a cheer ("Socko") from Variety. But she was so sure she had done poorly after the first show that she burst into tears backstage. "I went out on the nightclub floor," she said, "and saw all those faces and asked myself, 'What the hell am I doing here...