These alpha male Trump types...

*play La Marseillaise, fade out.*

I didn't do it quite that hunkily, but pretty close.

The worst one of those I ever had was, on the point of drifting off, suddenly and palpably identifying with the guy who gets sealed in mud and roasted in The Naked Prey.

I absolutely fucking hated it, but agree there were some good ideas in the initial modernisation.

I've seen a few recent movies with them. Their obvious intent is to say, "I am Allen's heir."

I had read up on him back when I first came across this album on YouTube. Seemed like an interesting and hard-working guy in that odd bygone niche of the arranger-bandleader who could make hits of this sort of thing.