Word: wigged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Prime Ministers of many of those nations were present last week to help the mother of parliaments celebrate her 700th birthday in Westminster Hall. Led by House Speaker Sir Harry Hylton-Foster, in full-bottomed wig, black court gown trimmed in white lace and silver-buckled shoes, speakers from 41 Commonwealth legislatures entered the cavernous, 11th century hall to a flourish of trumpets from the scarlet-clad Grenadier Guards. Then came Britain's Lord Chancellor, his robe brocaded in gold, at the head of a procession of Commonwealth legislators, lace jabots at their throats. Next came the plumed platoon...
Sporting a pepper-red wig, a low English accent, and the ever-ready air of a lass who welcomes surprise, Kim is pinched, pursued, manhandled, and upended at regular intervals. She excels in barroom brawls and petticoat larceny: popping a gentleman's ring onto her tongue, she kisses him until he has to surface, then drops the gem into her decolletage...
...title, the country's oldest, dates back to 1283), who in 1962 invoked the rarely exercised peer's immunity to prevent his estranged wife from having him jailed for refusing to return her family heirlooms (a silver matchbox, two trays, two bowls, three swords and a wig); after a long illness; m Harrogate, Yorkshire...
...psychological motivation of the star-crossed lovers, leans more on drama than dance. Beyond a lovely pas de deux in the first act, Nureyev and Fonteyn had little chance to display their glittering technique, so involved were they in acting out the complexities of the plot. Nureyev, despite a wig that looked like a wet dishrag, was a compelling and thoroughly convincing hero. Free of exaggeration, he masterfully portrayed Romeo as a roustabout turned rapt lover. The evening, however, belonged to Fonteyn. Though 45, she was every inch the teenage Juliet, brimming with the dart and dash of adolescence...
...plot collapses around Shirley MacLaine, cast as a girl reporter who infiltrates the seraglio of King Fawz (Peter Ustinov) looking for a lewd scoop and discovers the missing Goldfarb (Richard Crenna) instead. One night, summoned to Fawz for fondling, Shirley rubs down with garlic, dons a fright wig, blacks out her teeth, stuffs upholstery under her skirts and bounces onto the sheik's bed screeching: "Come on, honey, ain't you gonna sing me a dirty song?" He doesn't, but if he did, it would be one of the movie's lesser offenses against taste...