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...which not long ago returned the compliment by scotching plans to enter the movie in the recent Moscow Film Festival. Encouraged to know that the Banner of Blimpism (a blue funk on a field of choler) still flies, Britons by the thousands crowded in to see the spoof, and doubtless the film's American distributors would welcome a similar seal of disapproval from the U.S. State Department. At any rat Producers John and Roy Boulting, wh subverted the army in Private's Progress and big labor in I'm All Right, Jack, are as disrespectful-and funny...
...heavily Catholic. One pro-Humphrey U.A.W. official groused that it was impossible to get Humphrey literature distributed in plants with Catholic shop stewards. But Kennedy worked hard for the labor vote, shaking hands at factory gates, attending shop meetings, cultivating labor's rank and file; he was doubtless helped too by Teamster Boss Jimmy Hoffa's foray into Wisconsin to carry on his vicious vendetta against the Kennedys. Kennedy ran well enough in the farm districts to prove that he has some farmer appeal but lost by enough to prove that he is vulnerable to Humphrey...
Judged (as they generally are) as love letters, these make curious ones; something was always going wrong with the male. Doubtless, temperamental Actress Campbell could be impossible, but tough Playwright Shaw could at times seem inhuman. These were love letters without a love affair; as Stella Campbell said, she and G.B.S. were two "lustless lions at play." And for every coo there was a not-always-brilliant snarl. When she first read Pygmalion, she sniffed: "You made Liza a cockney just to torment me," and he snapped back: "I'm surprised you find it so difficult to be common...
...charm of Greenwillow the novel, the play is as vague in its storytelling as in its geography. It offers lovers but no proper love story, devils but no improper temptations, and the sort of artificially flavored language that tries to be folk poetry but turns out as horrible prose. Doubtless some people will think it delightful, but anyone with memories of a J. M. Synge must find its whimsies bogus, while people with memories of a J. M. Barrie should find its cuteness grim...
Early sorrow, in the death of her mother and two brothers while she was in her 203, shadowed Compton-Burnett's life and doubtless her fiction. A lonely woman, especially since the death of her companion, Journalist Margaret Jourdain, in 1951, she is no recluse. She is a theatergoer and relishes the Angry Young Men. Modern art, on the other hand, baffles her: "Recently I went to an exhibition of sculpture and saw what I thought was a swordfish. But I was told it was a family going out for a walk." Actually, this is a rather apt description...