Word: blatantness
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...this seems like particularly blatant bit of hyperbole. We cannot imagine portraying any present public figure in such a star-struck manner. All the talk of President Clinton's winning personality notwithstanding, any columnist who tried to describe him as "an artist...[who] painted with words and images and other people's lives" would be laughed off the editorial page...
...language is blatant and sometimes crass. In this short play, it is a paradox that the dialogue should seem to drag on so uselessly, while the action seems to thunder on like machine-gun fire. This slaughters both the characters and the play. In rhythmic but nonsensical spurts, so much anger builds up in these women that they start to chant "BASTARD MEN! BASTARD MEN!" in an eery, Brave New World-like crescendo, and do it more than once. The fact that boys are made of "snaps and snails and puppy dogs' tails" is hissed visciously from the tongues...
...speaking of De Mornay, "The Three Musketeers" is also a badly-acted movie, where some actors insist on speaking in a vaguely English accent (even though the movie takes place in France), and others commit blatant Americanisms. As D'Artagnan, for instance, Chris O'Donnell (who looks absolutely idiotic with long curly hair) introduces himself as "Dartaynian," and is constantly awing us with his eloquence--behold lines such as "my rear is killin' me." Most of the time, I found that I was actually embarrassed for the actors: De Mornay, so believably evil in "The Hand That Rocks the Cradle...
...tourists than we had hoped," Gifford says. The stores are, indeed, devoted to tourists who make impulse purchases and shop for small gifts, not staple items. According to Gifford, a "Where's Cambridge" video and souvenir shop may soon move into the arcade, clinching the "Shops'" role as a blatant tourist trap...
Doerr's poignant portrait never lapses into sentimentality. The narrative voice thrives on an impassive, ineffably wise, yet indulgent tone which must reflect Doerr's 83 years. She never takes the easy option: Her book contains no blatant contrasts, no crass symbolism, no fortuitous plot-twists. She takes pains to tell you what's going to happen, and then manages to surprise you when it does...