Word: vividness
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Promoter of these deals is swart, shrewd, analytical Lawrence Mario Giannini, 48-son of famed father Amadeo Peter-who knows plenty about banking, has a vivid industrial imagination to boot. Mario, all but reared in a teller's cage, probably figures that the real future of bankers lies not in shuffling currency and checks but in production-which is not banking...
...Angeles' Beachwood Theater Studio holds 73 people. By last week it was shoe-horning in 85 every night-most of them Hollywood's great. Its unpaid, unprofessional performers had a thundering hit on their hands, a vivid war play called Cry Havoc which Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer has snagged for $10,000 and the Shuberts have snatched for Broadway...
...except for the vivid moments of danger, Pasley was dull. No liquor was drunk, no poker allowed. The men did the ship's chores, studied Eskimo dialects, read. The library was ample, largely stories of tropic exploration to while away the dark, endlessly cold nights. Larsen mostly read his collection of all the printed books and papers of all the explorers who had tried to find the Northwest Passage...
...camera makes this will-to-freedom explicit in the faces of Fighting French soldiers marching up to battle stations or manning anti-aircraft guns on a destroyer; makes it visually implicit in the contrast between the faces of Nazified Frenchmen and those who would be free. There is a vivid shot of faces at an Underground meeting contrasted with those around the Nazi collaborationist Jacques Doriot; another of the "political vultures" around Laval, contrasted with the resolute faces of Fighting Frenchmen as they enlist under De Gaulle in London. There is one memorable glimpse of the cold, incredulous fury...
...Mark (by Maxwell Anderson; produced by The Playwrights' Company) is the first successful U.S. war play. Its artistic qualities are debatable, but it is vivid theater, beautifully staged by Director Lem Ward (Uncle Harry, Brooklyn, U.S.A.), and the story it tells, unvarnished in its simplicity, is unbeatable in its appeal. Of late years the flossiest of playwrights, Maxwell Anderson in The Eve of St. Mark has contrived no elaborate plot, essayed no vaulting rhetoric, embraced no queer philosophy. He does not have to. While other playwrights have floundered or gone too far afield to dramatize...