Word: blend
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...apex. Medicean longings inflate the breast of the lowliest junk-bond zillionaire. Whole busloads of fledgling collectors shuttle on regular tours, shepherded by docents, art-investment consultants and "educators" of every stamp, among the private collections of Beverly Hills, Bel Air and Malibu. What other commodity offers such a blend of transcendence and fiscal display? Buying is a spectator sport, and the art gallery the Nautilus center of the soul. But in Movieland, the heat of egotism creates a desire for equal screen credit. Where else would a museum herald a show of Picasso sculptures, as LACMA did a couple...
ALIENS Tall, wondrous Sigourney Weaver battles tall, terrible monsters in James Cameron's technically awesome blend of the horror, sci-fi and service- comedy genres...
...plot is a fast-paced blend of theatrical parody, stock farce, and typical British silliness. Frederick (Lee Eichen), ex-apprentice to a gang of nice-guy pirates, is torn between loyalty to his former masters and his moral duty to turn them in. To complicate matters, he has fallen in love with the daughter (Lisa Zeidenberg) of the local Major General (Andrew Gardner) who is bent on the pirates' destruction. How does Frederick escape from this frightfully sticky wicket? Suffice to say that the resolution is as silly as it is stirring...
...blend is a delicate thing. Lately, it has been adjusting uneasily to a new professional bass, Winthrop Buswell. His predecessor, a divinity school graduate named Peter Vanderveen, is moving away from singing into the ministry, as the parish intern. He sings with the bass section now merely as a volunteer. "It's been more difficult for him to replace me, because I'm still here, than for me to step aside," says Vanderveen. But his friends in the choir say singing means more to Vanderveen than he realizes. His key ring is an organ stop labeled "choral bass...
...members of the choir falter momentarily at the start of the Nunc Dimittis. But then, suddenly, everyone is there. You can hear the blend, unmistakably. They sing through the rest of the service as one choir, from the foundation of Buswell's subdued bass on up to the surging descants of the soprano line. The 22-note "Amen" dances down like the leaves in the streets outside. For a few moments, it is possible to feel ordinary people lift themselves up into the communion of saints and the cloud of witnesses...