Word: suppers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...improvement. Most British commercial TV shows are faithful adherents of the mindless U.S. format, and the audiences seem to like them that way. "At 8 p.m. I do not welcome heavy discussion programs, political investigations or information about how to have a baby," wrote Evening News Columnist Beverly Johns. "Supper is over and I want to sit with my coffee and be amused...
...club sandwich costs $1.50) while the Eidelweiss Duo, decked out in Alpine costumes and playing accordions, punctuate their German and Austrian songs with an occasional yodel. As the sun goes down, people move indoors, and High Camp begins to resemble a cross between a sophisticated coffeehouse and a stylish supper club. At 7 p.m., Gushing kicks off the evening's entertainment with an oldtime movie, ranging from the ragged but worthy (Maltese Falcon) to the strictly high camp (Tarzan...
...both invigorated and intoxicated by the rarefied air, shuffle about the floor in Pucci gowns, Marimekko shifts and madras jackets. For those who do not mind the cold (a windy 50°), there is dancing outdoors in a setting of spotlighted pines and crags. Refreshed by a late theater supper of shrimp Creole or beef stroganoff, customers spin on until 1 a.m., when the gondolas take them on a quick, sobering ride back to earth...
What is most impressive about this pair is their physical sparring. This has been carefully rehearsed, and one realizes that they are really playing with each other rather than opposite each other. The scene in which Petruchio withholds supper from a starving Kate is one of the few truly comic spots in the show, and it climaxes in Kate's stuffing a string of sausages surreptitiously down her bodice only to have Petruchio extract it. Elsewhere, she takes off one of her two high-heeled slippers to batter Petruchio, which gives a delightful new twist to his line. "Why does...
Compared with the heigh-ho, collegiate approach of Vallee, today's crooner is a suave, smoky-eyed predator. His natural habitat is the supper club, his prey the middle-aged female. Cologned, imperially trim, hair sculptured and pomaded, he moves in the spotlight's golden glow like a young god, a smiling vision in pancake makeup, velvet-trimmed dinner jacket, and patent-leather shoes...