Word: woman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Until this performance in "Desire" the Blond Venus has given the critics ample justification for their claim that she was merely a handsome woman who ran into all sorts of scrapes and took them all with the same dull look of languorous rapidity. To the mind of Josef von Sternberg, the dead pan was a panacea. But Dietrich under the new regime of Frank Bozarge is free to act, and she dispels with a flash all doubts as to whether...
...movement regardless of its form, that music was unnecessary, at best a mere appendage to real dynamic feeling. Laban theorized down to the smallest detail, studied movements in relation to character and mental attitudes. First to give his ideas concrete expression was his pupil, Mary Wigman, a tense, rawboned woman who was 27 before she decided on a dancer's career. Wigman soon claimed that she could feel herself "as one of the primal things, unable to speak life, only to dance it." To drum & cymbal accompaniment she danced in 1919 before an audience of the sick and neurasthenic...
...advertisements and news of Mae West's new cinema Klondike Annie (see p. 44), start an editorial campaign against it. Editorial excerpts: "It is an IMMORAL and INDECENT film. . . . The story, scenes and dialog are basically libidinous and sensual. . . . Decent people will protest against . . . showing a white woman in the role, even inferred, of consort to a Chinese vice lord...
...critical hats off. The Thinking Reed, in spite of its tasteless title, immediately took its deserved place among the best novels in the short memory of modern man. Rebecca West had lost none of her brilliance. Yet the serious channel of her thought was plain to see. Her theme, Woman v. Man, was well-worn but full of unplumbed depths, strange eddies, many a pleasantly gurgling shallow. Masculine passengers at times hung on to their hats and gripped the gunwale, never felt easy enough to relax, but at the end gave a sigh of thanks for an instructive journey...
...escape from the woman's prison is perhaps the most remarkable accomplishment in the whole picture. It takes place during a scream-jag riot fomented by a rat released from its cage, which is a device we should not have thought of ourselves. Instead of jumping into the ocean, as most escape heroines do, Jean Harlow crawls with her two companions through a drainage pipe. And when one of them is shot by a guard, she does not murmur with her last breath, "Good luck, Jean." "Riffraff" is worthy of the highest compliment a critic can give...