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Since Viola both deceives people and is deceived herself, she must reflect emotional change with the shift in her situation. Her countenance wavers between a grin and a pout, but it never really communicates honest feeling. She seems, however, warm-hearted and lithe, and is quite consistent. Feste, the Jester, played by Eugene Gervasi, moves and gesticulates very well, though his throaty, stilted speech is perhaps affected. Marcellus Winston, as Orsino, the Duke of Illyria, mouths his lines in a monotone and seems insensible of what he is saying...
...make girls. "There's no one," she sputters indignantly, "to be aloof from." That, as every moviegoer will recognize, is the cue for girl to meet boy. And the minute Dan Dailey comes scuffing onscreen with an I'11-always-be-a-boy-at-heart sort of grin that richly expresses the sham in the shamrock, Actress Charisse has plenty to be aloof from. He grabs her hand in a casino, holds it for good luck -and wins three times in a row. This, of course, is the start of a love affair as well as a bank...
...mind. Still smiling broadly when he pulled up at the Russian embassy in London's "Millionaire's Row," he chucked the chin of one embassy tot who was waiting in the driveway to greet him, patted the head of another, aimed a last wave and grin at the cameras, and disappeared inside...
Elder Politician. The occasion really belonged to the small man with the big grin who waved to a friend here and chuckled at another there. Harry Truman was enjoying the role of "Mr. Democrat," the party's elder politician. When the former President of the U.S. rose to speak, shouts of "Come on, Harry" popped out around the hall. He came on. "Whether our candidate is here tonight or not," he said, "I can tell you this: we are going to give the American people a chance to vote for a President-and not a regency or a part...
...typical day, the commanding general is driven up in his black Buick at exactly 9 a.m.; he glances at the flags fluttering from 15 tall flagpoles at the entrance, and trots briskly up the steps. He flashes a wide, toothy grin of greeting at the military policeman on duty, to the civilian woman who runs the magazine stand, to anyone he encounters in the corridor on his way to his office. His working day had begun almost an hour earlier, when his French aide reported to his breakfast table in his nearby official residence to brief...