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...time arguably the best film critic in operation, has turned into the Hubert Humphrey of film criticism. She comes on chatty and playful when talking about film techniques, valuing good stars above acting and sensual excess over rigor, all the time letting us know that under that tigress bite of hers beats a heart which overflows with sympathy. She makes sufficient noises in the vague directions of liberalism to insure our recognition that she cares in the correct way about moral and political issues which the films she sees might raise. She is overwhelmingly ebullient, yet most of the time...
...more akin to the Saroyan who wrote lines like "I don't suppose you ever fell in love with a midget weighing 39 pounds?" He is also prey to Saroyan's easy sentimentality and that boozy euphoria that permits Saroyan's characters to bite on the nail of life and declare it to be a nougat...
...excellence, three stars, to four additional restaurants. Only twelve establishments in all of France carried three stars last year and the long-term trend has been downward: in 1940 1,200 establishments enjoyed one or more stars v. only 610 today. Has the bible of haute cuisine lost its bite? Not at all, says one of the editors: "We wanted formally to recognize and concretize the new wave in French gastronomy...
Paul Doherty is as big as his brother, a plump priest in a pale yellow Lacoste shirt and white slacks, who is the Digger shifted several degrees in the direction of decency. His speech is the Digger's with the obscenity polished away. Before the Digger puts the bite on, they chat. The Digger admires Paul's Buick, and Paul says he always wanted a Cadillac, and the Digger says Cadillacs are nice...
...bright spots last night in this otherwise dim prospect. One was a spin-off from Busby Berkeley's elaborate choreography, done with spinning transparent umbrellas, none the worse for having been lifted from last Fall's Exproduction of Dames At Sea. The other (and the only satire with any bite) is a runaway mix of The King and I and Chinese Revolutionary Opera called "The People's Opera Glorifying Revolutionary Heroes One-Eyed Jack and Toronto." With Red Flags and posters of Mao, it plays the stereotypes to the hilt, and with saving grace, perceptibly manages to suggest that Nixon...