Word: victorianism
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Suite 5600 of Rockefeller Center's RCA Building, Manhattan command post for the family's worldwide enterprises, a senior staff member muses: "Win was always the most personally motivated of the boys. He was also the least assured." A younger son of a comparable dynasty in Victorian England who displayed Winthrop's early-blooming symptoms of rebelliousness and high living would have been packed off to colonize Kenya or repel the Pathans. It took more than familial pressures to part Fourth Son Winthrop from the Manhattan fleshpots and the clan's Pocantico Hills domain in suburban...
...laxity, which in turn produces a high rate of divorce, abortion and venereal disease, cannot be called anything so simple as immorality, he argues: the Scandinavians are merely honest when it comes to sex. "To the Nordic mind, Americans and Englishmen are sexual hypocrites: their pretenses are puritan and Victorian, while their performance is entirely the opposite...
Most recently, Grove Press has published A Secret Life, a book by an anonymous Victorian who led a lurid life. Although the book's contents might easily be judged obscene (the index alone is enough to shock most of us) it will probably not be brought to court...
Terror is a sly and stylish send-up of costume chillers as well as of that silly ass with the deerstalker and the magnifying glass. Scriptwriters Derek and Donald Ford develop a delightfully nasty notion: why,not pit the most famous Victorian detective against the most notorious Victorian criminal-lack the Ripper. The confrontation contains some bloody-awful picture possibilities, and Director James Hill (Born Free) has the wit to explode them as he exploits them. The bloodiest, of course, are presented by those scenes in which the Ripper, swathed in the sort of corpse-grey fog the last century...
Hill can needle too, and he does it with an admirably straight face. Under his wry direction, John Neville and Donald Houston play Holmes and Watson with a quaint and slightly stilted charm that defines them as exactly what they are: impressive pieces of Victorian bric-a-brac. Houston gustily presents the doctor as a tintype of the ruddy regimental; Neville dryly displays the detective as a standard Victorian eccentric, an intellectual who beneath a mask of pedantry conceals a sad little secret: he is really just a middle-class boy who never quite made Eton and never quite...