Word: banalized
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...hands of the Huntington, unfortunately, the play does not get any better. The translation by Pulitzer-prize winning poet Richard Wilbur is surprisingly banal. One might expect more from the leading English translator of Molière’s comedies. But whereas Molière is famous for an elegant wit, Wilbur gives us only broad, limerick-like verse. This is by no means helped by the shortcomings of the production’s actors. There exist plenty of prose translations of Amphitryon; why director Darko Tresnjak didn’t opt for one of these remains a mystery...
...barely has time to recover before the Frenchman delivers the second half of his one-two punch with “Naive Song.” Upbeat and uplifting, the track creates a brand new world of escapist fantasies. Mirwais’ voice, delivering banal yet somehow appropriate lyrics, is filtered through a vocoder to encapsulate an otherworldly effect. Sounding at times like the soundtrack to a car commercial, “Naive Song” nevertheless manages to successfully fuse electronic sensibilities with a more conventional pop motif. Unfortunately, it’s all downhill from here, and though...
...Nixon's divided nation. It was a time of prosperity and materialism that embraced such pop-cultural Meccas as Las Vegas and Disneyland, and engendered a cornucopia of brand-name goods and futuristic gadgets. The widespread use of plastics created sleek, brightly colored designs for even the most banal household items - from can-openers and telephones to stereos and TVs - while supermarkets, outsized billboards and suburban strip malls came to dominate the U.S. landscape...
...cercine or any of a number of sedatives to help me calm down. When I stopped smoking for a few days just to see if I could, a profound depression would overcome me. Nothing seemed worthwhile. Nothing seemed fun. Every book was torturously slow. Every song was criminally banal. The sparkle and shine had been sucked out of life so completely that my world became a fluorescent-lighted, decolorized, saltpetered version of the planet I had known before. And my own prospects? Absolutely dismal. I would sit in that one-bedroom Nishi Azabu apartment and consider the sorry career...
...writing sample--or her poise during an interview. The committee happily devours one student's account of her German ancestry, titled "Ode to Sauerkraut" but spends 20 minutes agonizing over an otherwise stellar applicant who wrote a "young" essay on the inspirational aspects of Charlotte's Web. Despite her banal musings, she is admitted. But the panel is far less forgiving of an applicant whose interview was "enjoyable but not terribly deep." Her faux pas? She confided her aspirations to study fashion design, a major the college does not offer...