Word: sours
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Though filled with plot-happy cartoon Commies, Flora is strangely plotless. A stammeringly angry young Red (Bob Dishy) sweet-and-sour-talks a guileless fashion illustrator (Liza Minnelli) into carrying a card. When she surprises him with a half-undressed, wholly unabashed, free-love enterpriser (Cathryn Damon) and discovers that the chip on his shoulder is his head, she rips up both card...
...Epidemic. Barish and Brown got onto Mom's trail because the tranquilizers being handed out at Brown's East Side Narcotics Center were not helping addicts to fight the seething anxieties of withdrawal. The two men soon learned that the once potent medicine had not suddenly gone sour; the addicts' mothers were either not giving their boys enough of the tranquilizers or were flushing the pills right down the toilet...
Complaining about any choice of prizewinners is a bit like knocking Santa Claus. It also smacks of sour grapes. Still, people continually complain about the 49-year-old Pulitzer Prizes, most prestigious of all of journalism's innumerable awards. Somewhat sadly, newsmen have come to the conclusion that the Pulitzers are not esteemed as much as they should...
...Frank Sinatra's light and witty talk on his life and loves ("Must have had six gag writers," mused Crist), she plunged into an acerbic speech: "Back where I come from, Hollywood is a dirty word." Said an aggrieved 20th Century-Fox publicist: "She is a snide, supercilious, sour bitch. The thing she would hate most would be to be ignored." Said another: "If you want to attract attention, that's the way to do it. She's more Hollywood than Hollywood." Crist was unmoved: "The film companies think they are catering to a twelve-year...
...Fascist era as so far behind them that they can view it with balanced detachment. To Italians under 30, the '30s seem remote, colorful and romantic-much as they do in the U.S., where today's teen-agers are making a jaunty pop hit out of that sour Depression lament, Brother, Can You Spare a Dime...