Word: bit
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...middle-aged blue eyes, already a bit too bloodshot for this early in the night, followed my hand as it pulled out the reporter's pad, and then narrowed. "Hey, pal, no quotes, okay? We're all friends here tonight." A simian arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me into a fraternal hug; the buddy offered to buy me a drink, accepted my refusal as more sincere than I intended it, and vanished into the crowd. Not quite friends...
Perverse? No, the picture is downright subversive, a brutal comic assault on that most basic of institutions, the family. The attack is every bit as relentless, unfair and "tasteless" as Altman's devastation of the military was in M*A*S*H. Although the family is certainly undergoing change and questioning, the director does not have a national mood of disgust (which Viet Nam provided for the earlier picture) to support him. All he has is his own disarming skill as a moviemaker to keep audiences in an accepting mood...
...enjoy Corvette Summer it helps to abandon common sense. In this film there is not a single credible plot development or convincing character. What the movie offers instead is a few benign laughs, some neatly staged action sequences and a bit of appealing moralizing about the evils of materialism. As long as one doesn't demand too much of it, Corvette Summer delivers a very pleasant two hours of escape...
...first six months on the job, Gicquel recalls, he was only an actor playing the role of anchorman. "I must have seemed a bit awkward," he admits, "like I was wearing my Sunday suit." But, "little by little, I began to understand that it was necessary only to be like I really was." Much of Gicquel's appeal seems to lie in a kind of Gallic avuncular gloom, and an ability to register an appropriate flicker of sorrow, anger, levity or weariness in reaction to whatever news he is reading-the same reactions that viewers presumably are having...
...adults. With slightly less success-at least from the looks of last Saturday's first 30 Minutes, which included rather pedestrian film reports on acne treatment and the plight of a justifiably obscure rock band trying to bust onto the charts. Things may pick up a bit, though. The next scheduled offering, for example, includes a harrowing look at juvenile offenders trying to survive in an adult maximum-security prison and a zany profile of the mostly middle-aged men who put out Mad magazine. Future subjects sound promising too: football injuries, school censorship of dirty words, teen...