Word: thunderstorms
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...comedy she brightens has her seeking shelter, during a thunderstorm, in the country house of a famous, something-over-40 actor (John Loder). It has her staying on, as his secretary, after the sun comes out; and it poses the problem-an old one for broadish comedy-of how long an attractive and attracted man and girl can live together without living together. Before uniting them legally at the final curtain, Playwright Herbert keeps them apart a bit lewdly for almost three acts. He manages to squeeze a few amusing moments out of their immaculate proximity by shamelessly tossing...
...that, in toto, is all there is to it. Just to make things a bit easier for the duller cinema-goer a convenient cue to the action has been supplied whenever anything important is about to happen the weather always produces a windstorm or a fog or a thunderstorm. When nothing important is going on the weather clears off, naturally. Garson's back and you can have...
...Baltimore, hypermammiferous Cinemactress Jane Russell in The Outlaw moved Judge E. Paul Mason to comment. Her breasts, hummed the judge, as he upheld the state's ban on the movie, "hung over the picture like a summer thunderstorm spread out over a landscape. They were everywhere. They were there when she first came into the picture. They were there when she went...
...within the dull plot, which seems to have been doped out by two cynical script-writers over a short beer, is some worthwhile stuff. The photography is for the most part excellent, especially a scene of a biplane disintegrating in the air in a thunderstorm. In fact, the parts of the movie that concern the flying are all good. Howard Da Silva, playing the worried owner of the airlines, is natural and convincing. William Bendix takes over every scene in which he is, as a hedgehopping pilot and a friend of the family. One wishes that the movie had stuck...
...musine inundation of the rich, rolling wheatlands 200 miles north of Melbourne began last fortnight with no more warning than a tropical thunderstorm. Overnight, apparently from nowhere, the myriads of mice appeared. Too weak from hunger to walk, they crawled across fields and into houses, nesting in coat pockets and automobile cushions, devouring everything in sight, from kapok mattresses to sultanas on the vine. When nothing else could be found, the mice ate each other or nibbled at sleeping farmers. In desperation the farmers tied strings around the bottoms of their trousers...