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the rationalist
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She has lots of hours of radio work to her credit as well, comedy, drama and documentary/historical.

He does sort of look like he's made of plastic.

Maybe she wasn't fat enough for his tastes.

Green
Van Morrison. Excellent version.

Jerry Lewis
appears to be next on deck.

Nightmare Alley should be required in schools, especially in areas where psychics flourish.

The Magic Christian, starring Peter Sellers and Ringo Starr, music by Badfinger, cameos by people like Raquel Welch and Laurence Harvey.

The poetic fruit of blank verse, presumably.

Cagney is probably the only actor who could have managed to make a Weights & Measures operative an action hero—and be believable.

Lonely Are the Brave
Crossing Delancey
Local Hero
Ride the High Country

At first I thought you meant My Mother the Car.
Not sure it wouldn't have been better.

And he was pretty amazingly hot in his Tarzan loincloth, back in the day. My mother used to drool.

I liked Remo Williams too. Or Fred Ward in just about anything of his I've seen.

When Bert Parks was forcibly retired from hosting the Miss America Pageant, Ron Ely was the new host for a couple of years.
He sang, sort of, and he danced, woodenly. But that first Parks-free pageant was the only one I ever enjoyed.

Seriously, though, I think it's taken from Carousel, when Billy comes back to see his daughter and he hits her, she says it felt like a kiss.
Of course he's dead at the time, so his punches have lost some weight.

New Jersey is the Garden State.

Rock and Roll never forgets.

Kind of makes me wonder about people who claim saxophones ruin music.

What the hell is a quotient mark? Is this some math term of which I am unaware?