Word: traced
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...would have taken a much more talented cast than Bassett recruited to bring off this documentary-romance melange with even a trace of facility, and such deserved unknowns as Trudy Young. Art Hindle and Frank Moore just can't handle it. The acting is wooden and emotionless, and George Robertson's screenplay doesn't help. The dialogue, plainly, is awful. For example: Billy, after meeting Sherri, "Hey, is she for real?" Friend: "Yeah." Maple Leafs' general manager: "What do you think of us, the hockey world?" Sherri: "Well, it's different, ya know?" GM: "Yes, different, and very special...
...start, Geoffrey Burbidge plans to spend a year's leave in Britain. "As always," says Mrs. Burbidge, "we will each concentrate on what we do best: Geoffrey will do the theorizing and I will do the observing." Then, after a brief pause, she adds with just a trace of wistfulness: "The only problem will be to find the time to get together to share ideas...
Some soap writers-many of them women-proudly trace their craft back to the 19th century serials of writers like Charles Dickens. The analogy, though flattering to the soaps, is apt enough. The trials of Amy and Sandy or Nick and Martha are just as important to many TV viewers as the sorrows of Little Nell were to readers a century ago-and just as gratifyingly hopeless. Says Kitty Barsky, a writer on both One Life to Live and All My Children: "This is the big payoff-to end up with everyone watching in tears...
Like a vapor trail in a clear winter sky, a trace of the supersonic transport lingers on. Congress shot down the SST last spring after a titanic propaganda battle between environmentalists and the aerospace industry. But one weapon in the fight, a pro-SST primer published in 1969, is still being used in some of the nation's elementary schools...
...side of New York other than the dank underworld and the faceless corridors roamed by George Segal--except perhaps at the very end when he walks away on a bright city street and disappears, followed by two brisk, unconcerned city slickers. He and his world have vanished without a trace...