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...back till a week from today...
...Your woman when she married me had an awful resentment as I was with a full set of me own natural teeth. And she couldn't abide it as she was with out real ones of her own. She wasn't satisfied till I went to the dentist down there over the way and had every last one of mine torn out of my head and a set like her own put in. Here are hers now. Just look at that. Sure you never know where justice will strike next...
...wrong, Hot Millions is not an ugly movie. Director Eric Till manages to capture the non-ugly features of his characters and the charm of the middle-class London settings. (And he does it without resorting to the gratuitous flashiness of a Norman Jewison work). The jokes provided in the Ustinov-Ira Walach screenplay are unfailingly gentle, and, in the case of some bits involving Robert Morley and Casar Romero, quite funny. What the film lacks in physical beauty and glamour, it replaces with humour and heart. I'll take two inarticulate bumblers falling in love while their dinner burns...
...training is rugged, and weapons and ammunition are scarce. The long night watches stretch from dusk till past dawn. The irregulars get no pay, and must provide their own uniforms, bedding and food. The reason they do it is clear enough. Says one, Le Chi, a middle-aged maker of mosquito nets: "I protect my city. If during Tet we had had a self-defense, the V.C. would not have come in. Now they can't burn our houses again...
...slum waif metamorphizing into a neurotic stranger to her husband, her child and, finally, herself. Again there are the hoofing and puffing resurrections of ricky-tick dance routines, which have long since been kidded to death in Thoroughly Modern Millie and on Laugh-In. The scrawny script merely vamps till the next number is ready; the shimmering show biz of the Twenties and Thirties, which once seemed spun of gossamer, is now only cobwebs; Wise's special effects are ruinously commonplace...