Word: soundingly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Signal? Schevill has been fascinated by whale talk since he worked with the Navy during World War II. During his work he made tapes of underwater sounds, later tried them out on an ancient mariner from the whaling port of New Bedford. One sound always got an instantaneous response from the ex-whaler: "That's a sperm snappin' his spouter...
Taming Madness. Goya, the painter of Spanish court tapestries and of such lovable children as Don Manuel Osorio, forever lost the world of sound through his illness in 1792. He feared for his sight as well, and even for his sanity. Slowly he ceased painting charming pictures and embarked on the hard-to-take masterpieces that made him an immortal. His purpose, he wrote, was simply "to occupy my imagination, which was troubled by consideration of my ills." Goya's art, Malraux maintains, consists of "taming madness so as to make a language...
...vastly amuse, if not stupefy, all who adore or detest television and the institution of advertising. Bearing virtually no kinship to George Axelrod's play of the same name, this Success, a happy direct descendant of custard-pie slapstick, is one of the silliest strings of sight-and-sound gags ever to jounce through the sober inhibitions of staid latter-day Hollywood. Producer-Director-Writer Frank Tashlin, a onetime Disney cartoonist and sketching fabulist (The Bear That Wasn't), plays the yarn strictly for laughs...
...crime trials; his directors got sentences ranging from two to twelve years. The head of the Krupp empire went off to Landsberg prison, where he washed dishes, did laundry, worked in a blacksmith shop (one product: a crucifix for the prison chapel), and ordered his days to the sound of the bugle and whistle...
...agency's biggest account, stay put. Hunter's own dream of success: to rise from his untouchable caste as TV commercial writer to possession of his own jewel-encrusted key to the executives' washroom. This glorious consummation (duly sanctified by a heavenly choir on the sound track) is realized through Rita Marlowe (Jayne Mansfield), a squealing movie siren noted for her "oh-so-kissable lips" and her favorite boast ("All my lovers and I are just friends!"). In getting Jayne's product endorsement in the bag, Rock is nearly bagged by her, almost sandbagged...