Word: though
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Chicago Tribune summed it up: "Mr. Wolf has analyzed his music and taken a firm interpretative view of much of it. Yet he often fails where one would expect a boy to falter when wearing the shoes of a man...To hear him dwell on trifling dissonances as though they all had vast social significance was evidence that the brightest fellow of 18 had some maturing ahead...
...Though earnings of the family-owned Ford Motor Co. have always been and still are a mystery, some facts about its dividends and ownership came out last week. In a report to Detroit's Probate Court, Clara Ford, widow of Henry the First, reported that the company paid out two dividends amounting to $4.50 a share for the year ending last July...
...Pennsylvania Railroad was making up for lost time. Though it was one of the last major U.S. railroads to dieselize, it was finally retiring steam locomotives at a fast clip and stepping up its purchase of diesel-electric equipment. Last week it took its biggest step yet: it ordered 226 locomotives, costing some $38 million, from six manufacturers.* The new order will give Pennsy the largest number of diesel locomotives (820) of any U.S. railroad...
...dialogue is mostly stock gangster talk, and the actors, generally accenting the wrong words, throw their eyes around as though they were at a tennis match. All the same, the film has moments of hard cynicism. The credibly forlorn scenes between the heroine and her brother (Arthur Kennedy) barely suggest a relationship that the Johnston Office might have scrutinized more closely. And Ladd's scenes with a cold and seedy blonde (June Havoc) show a consistent disconcern with what Hollywood knows as real love. Trying for and missing the punch of Double Indemnity, waltz-paced Deadline is further debilitated...
...racing-car movie, and its cyclonic energy and pace are likely to leave audiences with dust in their eyes. As a chesty, first-year driver, Mickey Rooney burns up the racing circuit from Culver City to Indianapolis. Gripping the steering wheel with a fearful, downward thrust as though trying to keep the car on the ground, he never drives a dull race. He always wins, crashes, hurtles the wall, or narrowly misses burning to death. The movie falls short of the 1932 speedway saga called The Crowd Roars. But obstreperous acting, grease-textured photography, and endless clips from newsreel racing...