Word: tart
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Dreamboat (20th Century-Fox) is a tart, tweedy college professor (Clifton Webb), who was once a silent screen ham, rated second in popularity only to "some stupid police dog." When his old movies suddenly become popular on television, embarrassed Professor Webb sues to keep them from being shown. "It's like exhuming a man from his grave," he argues. But the ending is a happy one: Webb winds up in Hollywood with a talking picture contract that bars police dogs from the casts of his movies...
...which he fashioned a wooden one. He liked dashing clothes-rakish caps and velveteen jackets-but he never carried a suitcase on trips, instead wore his extra shirts one on top of the other, the collars crammed into his pockets. He smoked stubby black pipes, insisted on apple tart for breakfast, favored charred meat coated with marmalade for lunch, and spent his evenings walking about London with a majestic, swaggering gait...
...Franchise Affair (Associated British Picture Corp.; Stratford Pictures)gets its title from one of those picturesque British country houses, The Franchise, inhabited by tart old Mrs. Sharpe (Marjorie Fielding) and her attractive daughter (Dulcie Gray). The affair at The Franchise is fomented by a teen-age girl (Ann Stephens), who falsely, but with plausible evidence, accuses the well-mannered Sharpes of kidnaping her, beating her, and holding her prisoner in their attic as a rather unusual method of solving their servant problem.* In the face of mounting community hostility, the perplexing case is finally cracked by a young lawyer (Michael...
...provincial manners with an abrasive gruffness, but he could scarcely hide his provincial ignorance. In his final exam he declared that Charlemagne died in the 16th century, was forthwith flunked for being off by some 700 years. Apparently unconcerned, he plunged into a Bohemian life, took a tart for a mistress, and during one starved winter dressed in blankets because he had pawned even his last pair of pants to keep her. He wrote a trilogy of epic poems, notably bad and terribly long. His family, through a friend, got him a job before he could write a fourth...
...Because she's simply destroying me, the little tart," Mr. Middleton sang out in indignation. "I can't sleep at night any more when I think of her," he said. "In a week or two I'll even be obsessed...