NO RESISTANCE TO 'CONVERSION'

The malign fascination of Commercial to grip me—though the process is helped by the presence of a teenager who goes about humming and acting the advertisers' musical rhymes.
And. alas, when one settles down, en famille, not to mention a distinguished intellectual guest, to imbibe light culture from the B.B.C.'s " The Black Eye," by
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James Bridie, eyes begin to roam cautiously around for half an hour until at last someone says: " Need we have any more of this tiresome stuff'? "
No sooner is the question asked than we are captivated by the tough thuggery of John Kruse's " Death Trap," an'd with heartfelt relief find ourselves in time at last for the start of " I Love Lucy." (1 cannot help mentioning as a totally irrelevant excuse the fact that Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz are in real life a happily married Catholic couple.) All this said by way of awful warning to those who are either still trying to resist conversion or looking forward to the day when the local advent of Commercial will at once convert them.
" -1D) EOPLE Are Funny" eschewed this week the worst of its customary vulgarity. "What's It All About? " is no worse as a parlour game than any other.
And the palm for the plays I have recently seen must certainly go to Associated Rediffusion's
The Green of the Year," by C. A. Puget. For once we had some intelligent writing with imaginative invention and actors who actually looked as though they really believed in their parts. It is usually hit or miss with the felines fines en flyers, and I think this was a hie The production and grouping brilliantly solved a number of difficult problems.
And what of the poor old B.B.C.? Well, I can only say that of some very very unrepresentative viewing, I found much joy once again in one of their oldest favourites, " What's My Line? "
M. B.