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California (Paramount) is a big, energetic Technicolored western about the 1848 gold rush. It should cause no particular pain to anyone, except possibly historians. Ray Milland is the sullen, unshaven hero. Barbara Stanwyck the hussy-with-heart-of-gold, Barry Fitzgerald the lovable old grape-growing philosopher, and George Coulouris the fine, fascist-minded villain...
...week's end, Chicago had the answer. A rumpled, sore-eyed, unshaven Negro was turned loose on a Chicago side street. (The Daily News set the ransom at $100,000.) Ed couldn't seem to remember the kidnaping, his connection with the policy racket, or anything else. But Bronzeville's memory was excellent. From the pool and dance and spiritualist halls to Dr. Pryor's Holy Floor Wash Factory and King Solomon's Temple of Religious Science, there was holiday. Big Ed was back...
Cornered (RKO Radio) is ex-Crooner Dick Powell's second try (The first: Murder, My Sweet) in the sort of unshaven, tough-talking role usually reserved for Humphrey Bogart. This time Powell is a Canadian flyer, an ex-prisoner of the Nazis, with an ugly scar on his close-cropped head and a frozen scowl on his face. He is out to get the dirty collaborationist who murdered his young French wife. The chase takes him to South America and into a nest of fashionably dressed, fast-living people who are plainly plotting the next Nazi war of aggression...
...World War I, German consul general in San Francisco for two stormy years and spy extraordinary for the Third Reich, was back in the U.S. for a brief stay last week. Newsmen who remembered Wiedemann as a tall, black-haired fashion plate scarcely recognized the baggy-suited, greying, unshaven man who deplaned from an Army transport at California's Hamilton Field...
...hour was musician's midnight (9 a.m.). Hulking, disheveled Roger "Brick" Fleagle-an ace arranger for such name bands as Duke Ellington, Fletcher Henderson, Jimmie Lunceford-lumbered into the studio, stared at his unshaven assemblage and lazily "sparked" (alerted) them with his pinkie finger. They played a few tired bars to warm up. Then Brick, his barrel-stomach protruding under a striped sweat shirt, gave his final orders: "We'll take SOS [Same Old Sheaves]. On the last two bars, Charlie, make it bumpa, bumpa, some Charleston, then a brrrrooom. O.K., we're rolling...