Word: coquettish
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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When Monica Lewinsky worked in the White House, she had nicknames. One was Elvira, after TV's vampy Mistress of the Dark--a snickering reference to Lewinsky's long and big black hair, her fondness for tight, chest-hugging outfits and her coquettish demeanor. Another sobriquet was the Stalker, inspired by her steadfast rush toward the presidential helicopter whenever its whirr announced a landing. She was a child of Beverly Hills privilege--and the product of a bitterly broken home. She delighted in soap operas and glitter; yet she gravitated toward the political hotbed of Washington...
...characters in the play are, as critics have stated, difficult to capture; they are inherently slippery. Billings' flighty and fidgety Cleopatra, the play's only recongnizable character, is marvelously coquettish; Cleopatra--an Egyptian Scarlett O'Hara--is as equally lovable as she is despicable. She seductively coos to Antony in one instant, while in the next scene she drives a messenger to his knees with a gun to his head after he delivers bad news...
...plundered innocence was that of the victim, a six-year-old girl: a lovely six-year-old girl, a Little Miss Colorado, it turned out (an invitation to the tabloids if ever there was one), and the more we saw of her--her beautiful eyes, her coquettish smile, her perfect hair and make-up, her seductive walk--the lovelier she became, until the unwanted thought arose, like a shudder, that this crime could be even stranger than it seemed at first...
...possible, of course, that John Kennedy Jr. suffers a little from Woody Allen disease (a coquettish tendency to place oneself in optimum paparazzi zones and then act surprised when the flash goes off). Kennedy also has something of his mother's gift for the sly Cheshire's disappearance before your eyes. Some primitives have believed that every photograph taken of a man peels off a layer of his soul. If that were so, nothing would be left of John Kennedy Jr. without his mother's trick of metaphysically absenting herself from the frame--a way of ghost dancing with both...
...audience with entirely too much time to admire the acting. There is certainly plenty to admire about Gambon: the resonant baritone, the fleshy, middle-aged face that can shed years in one high-spirited moment, his improbable lightness on his feet. Yet each bit of physical business--an almost coquettish kick back of one leg, a sudden palsy in his hand as he breaks into sobs--seems too italicized, as if to announce: Great Acting Present. Gambon's unheralded co-star, Lia Williams (who also played the role in London), gets closer to our hearts without nearly as much effort...