Word: clouded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Singer Johnnie Ray, 31, stood at the microphone in Philadelphia's Latin Casino, opened his mouth wide, and slid into a number he has sobbed to audiences the world over: The Little White Cloud That Cried. To club patrons, it seemed the same old lachrymose wheeze, but to Johnnie the effect was like "the first atom bomb, exploding in pieces everywhere." Singer Ray had abandoned his familiar hearing aid, for the first time in his career was able to hear his own caterwauling at its painfully natural decibel count...
...resist Soviet pressure, the pact has always been viable; it would lose little military cohesion if Iraq withdrew. In its second purpose-organizing the Arab Middle East-the pact has been a failure: far from lining up the Arabs, it has isolated Iraq, the sole Arab member, under a cloud of nationalist distrust...
...Cloud 7 (by Max Wilk) is a comedy about Newton Reece (Ralph Meeker), 39, married, commuter, on the rise with United Foods, who one day, tired of it all, throws up his job. He goes home to Connecticut with no future plans beyond Do-It-Yourselfing in a chair and making love to his wife (Martha Scott) in the daytime. He also tries his hand at baking brownies, urges a drab, neglected neighbor's wife to turn slinky, encourages a job-weary laundryman to rebel, gets a lady writer to turn soulful. When the boss (amusingly played by John...
...play's whole Birds Eye view of commuter life is by now so familiar as to need to be either freshly observed or gorgeously exaggerated. In Cloud 7 it gets hardly more than a look and a promise. Cloud 7 is not only not a proper suburban satire or farce; it is not playwriting...
...Seven Hills of Rome (Le Cloud; M-G-M), let the music lovers say what they will, is a fine piece of entertainment for people who like to watch Mario Lanza pursue the uneven tenor of his weight. As the man gets fatter, the voice seems to get thinner. This time Tenor Lanza, by dint of strenuous fasting, has wasted himself away to a mere 200 Ibs., and his tone is as plump as a Percheron's rump. As a musician, though, Lanza owes perhaps too much to his early conditioning as a delivery man for a wholesale grocer...