Word: prim
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...side wall off a Mayfair mansion of stately appearance, revealed it to have been one of London's most sumptuously equipped bagnios. The walls were covered with erotic frescos rivaling those of Pompeii, and a giggling crowd soon gathered on the sidewalk to ogle the pictures while gruff, prim London bobbies kept growling all day "Move along, there! That's it, move right along...
...conclusion is that it can be done. After three weeks of trying to make Ernie Craig eat eggs instead of gulping gin and of avoiding his friends from the band, Louise Channing still believes that love can overcome all obstacles. Even her prim Back Bay aunt is suddenly converted and sees no reason why Ernie's friends shouldn't be hers too. Unfortunately, the audience isn't so easily satisfied...
...Love You Again (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer) proceeds on the sound assumption that a conk on the head can gravely affect a man's deportment. Conkee is prim & proper Larry Wilson (William Powell), who thus gets over an eight-year-old case of amnesia, reverts to his former character of con man cum laude. He still pretends to be Larry Wilson for the sake of bilking his small-town cronies. His wife (Myrna Loy) walks through these comic revels as cool as a julep, never quite understanding the sudden transformation of the husband she was about to divorce. The reappearance...
...dancing was as severe, economical and prim as her New England ancestry, as unintoxicating as ice water, but something new. Today, though it does not compete with the box office of the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo, Martha Graham's glamorless dance counts a big audience from coast to coast, a huge following of high-minded, earnest, mop-haired disciples who treat their art as if it were the successor of the Greek or Elizabethan drama...
...divided her ballet in half, gave the Dr. Jekyll half to a pleasant, domestic-looking chorine who recited excerpts from Emily Dickinson's hard-bitten verse. The frustrated, poetic, aspiring, cockeyed half she reserved for herself, danced it with a bevy of bouncing males that would have driven prim Poetess Dickinson to a sanatorium. When she was through, her intellectual audience broke into sobs and cheers. Whether or not any dancer's exterior can plausibly represent a poet's interior, Martha Graham had put on a good show...