Word: plummer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Testament Miniatures. Introduction by Sydney C. Cockerel!; Preface by John Plummer. 209 paqes. Braziller. $50. Stunning facsimile reproductions of medieval miniatures that illustrate the Creation, as well as the subsequent doings of Adam, Eve, the serpent, Noah, Jacob, Joseph, Moses, Samuel, Saul, David and Goliath, with as much lively detail as a supercomic strip and as much eloquent beauty as most Adorations of the Virgin. The book of the year at practically any price...
During pre-season practice this year, MacBean, a senior who played tailback in the old single-wing, beat out letterman Arnie Holtberg and sophomore Rod Plummer for the job, and soon established himself as one of the Ivy League's sharpest signal-callers...
...covered with goggles and oxygen mask, it is impossible to distinguish between any of the actors. A possible solution for future projects: the flight helmets should have the names of the performers, rather than their characters, stenciled across them. One could then immediately tell the difference between Caine, M.; Plummer, C.; and Shaw...
...Screenwriter Philip Yordan tells it, obsessed by his own bastardy. As in the case of T. E. Lawrence of Arabia, the burden of his illegitimacy weighed so heavily that it drove him to deeds of improbable and even reckless heroism. In the bizarre personage of King Atahuallpa (Christopher Plummer) Pizarro encounters a man of his own kind, an implacable and almost superhuman force. Atahuallpa gives short shrift to the rabid Catholic missionaries in Pizarro's party and, looking into the explorer's eyes, says tellingly: "Their God is not in your face." Replies Pizarro: "I see my father...
...opulent play-are well managed by Director Irving Lerner in a style that might be called Eisenstein modern, and devotees of the Hollywood spectacular will cherish the bravado of the two leading actors. Robert Shaw bellows and glowers in his ornate armor like a psyched-up Errol Flynn. Christopher Plummer, in cloak, loincloth, gold necklaces and flowing hair, looks like the lead singer of a particularly exotic rock group, and his attempts at a Peruvian dialect occasionally make him sound like one. His performance is unabashed camp, consisting about equally of ego, bluff and plain old Spam. It is obvious...