Word: wife
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Poindexter was married Sunday and both he and his wife are looking forward to a Durgin-Park steak dinner with Professor Prosser's gift, but Poindexter still wants his original $5 back and plans to file a declaration of his injury next Saturday in the Cambridge courthouse...
Sleep, My Love (Triangle; United Artists) is a rather fishy thriller about a sleek fiend (Don Ameche) who enlists the help of a fake psychiatrist (George Coulouris) to drive his wife (Claudette Colbert) to insanity and/or suicide. Claudette is rich and Ameche is crazy for a gold digger (Hazel Brooks). An eligible Bostonian (Robert Cummings) traps the villains after some narrow squeaks...
...story: a brash, rising bandmaster (Dan Dailey), the toast of the corn belt, marries a small-town girl (Jeanne Grain) and, just as he snags his first Manhattan date, collides with the '29 depression. He is proud; his wife is sensible. He tries to keep up a front; she knows that there is no front to keep up. When they retreat to her parents' home, he won't even get up mornings-much less lend a hand in supporting the family. After several reels of this sort of thing, everyone working on the picture evidently said...
...tells the story of Richard Styles Eliot, publicity whiz for Publishers Hutchinson, Inc.,* "a perfectly authentic young-man-on-the-way-up, with all the trimmings: insomnia, a nice apartment on the correct street, seven suits, and the urge to leave his wife." His boss believed that "books are merchandise, like soap or toothpaste or fountain pens." Dick Eliot felt cheap and dishonest, but he was also a social climber with his eye on a social-register widow. So he promoted trash and got himself a nice raise...
...essays on revolution and German philosophy, brief glimpses of minor characters in a technique similar to that of John Dos Passes in U.S.A., long autobiographical discursions grouped under the heading: The Disintegration of Values. Some of them are hauntingly phrased: "The man who from afar off yearns for his wife or merely for the home of his childhood has begun his sleepwalking. . . . He still hears the voice of the demagogue, but it comes as a mere unmeaning murmur. He stretches his arms sideways and forwards like a poor tightrope dancer who, high above solid earth, knows of a better support...