Word: stockings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...this point, Darlington traces the fall of past dynasties and kingdoms. They vanished, he argues, for fundamentally the same reason: once a ruling class fixed itself in power, it sought to conserve that power by inbreeding-by denying the infusion of new genetic patterns that might have refreshed the stock. It was this habit, says Darlington, that expedited the decline of the Pharaohs, the Ptolemies and the Caesars...
Immediately, critics from both parties castigated as unfeeling the official assertion that 4% unemployment is acceptable. The stock market dropped again after Kennedy's statement about controls. Once more Nixon issued disclaimers and, a day later, so did Kennedy...
...flurry of gold speculation on the London market. In June and again in July, he said that the Administration might be forced to consider putting controls on wages and prices. President Nixon issued firm denials, but Kennedy's remarks shook business and caused sharp dregs in the stock market...
...Virtuoso Stock. Martin's patient is Lord Fortnum (Ralph Richardson), who lives in morbid fear of turning into a bed sitting room. He eventually does, of course. Just the way Penelope's Mum (Mona Washbourne) turns into a dresser and her Dad (Arthur Lowe) into a parrot, while Penelope herself (Rita Tushingham) takes 17 months to give birth to one baby and about 37 seconds to deliver herself of a second. All this goes on while the police (Peter Cook and Dudley Moore) fly overhead in a rusted-out patrol car suspended from the end of a helium...
...look like a warm-up exercise. There has been no director of such prodigious comic invention since the halcyon days of Preston Sturges. Lester throws off sight gags and visual puns like some pyrotechnical pinwheel and molds character actors (Richardson, Roy Kinnear, the superb Michael Hordern) into a virtuoso stock company. But he also knows the value of good writing, and Charles Wood's script is a model of subdued rage and satiric precision. "I always used to say 'For Christ's sakes, drop it,'" Mum tells Dad as they reminisce about the bomb...