Word: tales
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...authors have written what they call a fairy tale-a good enough term for what it would be hard to call a play. In it, Miss Hull is an exactress who is also a tiny stockholder in a vast corporation. She attends a public stockholders' meeting, asks embarrassing questions and, as a way of being shushed, is hired by the company. Once installed, she engineers shake-ups and scandals, and at the end is head of the corporation...
...lady tackles and triumphs over hardheaded tycoons; here, too, are aired some of the shadier ways of high finance. But no two plays could be less alike in spirit, nor, for that matter, has Cadillac even a touch of the poetry or wistfulness of a fairy tale. A thing of gags and gadgets, of blackouts, movie shots and the loudspeaker voice of Fred Allen, Cadillac is satire that is always hurrying off into routine farce. Its corporation characters are the merest cardboard. But it has a lot of funny lines, and it has dumpy, inimitable Veteran Hull. Her stage reminiscences...
Kiss Me Kate (MGM) might be subtitled "The Taming of the Show." Based on the Broadway musical based on Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew, which was based on an Ariosto comedy based on an old folk tale, the picture is pretty far off any kind of base...
...picture does not reduce Luther to a stock hero, or make his break from the Church into a simple tale of right and wrong. It follows Luther through the days of his early doubt about the right of his religion, tracing his compelling feeling of sin with graphic scenes of self-scourging and confession to the Vicar General of his monastic order. Then, without being pedantic, Luther expounds his theories of salvation through faith, and of a popular interpretation of Scripture...
...Flood '51 began his novel in Professor MacLeish's course, writing about the world he knows best--an exclusive milieu of Oyster Bay, Marlborough Street, Northeast Harbor. Mr. Flood is too much a product of this world to be rewarding to critics intent on the game of pinning the tale on other authors. Except for a brief glimpse of the Tycoon in his Wall Street lair, there is no trace of Fitzgerald's awe in the book's pictures of the twenties. Nor does Mr. Flood have any of Marquand Sr.'s quiet grudge or Marquand Jr.'s compulsion...