Word: dulcetly
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When Swanwhite (Patricia Hawkins) and the Prince (Tom King) appear, it is easy to see why Miss DeMott was confused. Their scenes together were dulcet and graced with a compelling sincerity. Both were good on stage, and at times Miss Hawkins managed an intensity of voice and expression which lifted her performance out of the production. Had the rest of the play been done slapstick, they could not have had their poety. But what tedium while we wait for them to enter...
...what a poem unread is like...Not too good...So you get the reader awake, and once he's awake you make sure he stays awake. And you tell him all of things he doesn't want to hear. But you tell them to him in a very dulcet voice, so that on the whole he's pleased with them...
...Magma Copper Co. (founded by Grandfather William Boyce Thompson), a pretty brunette who briefly filled the gossip columns in the late '40s when her divorce from polo-playing Polish Prince Hohenlohe-Ingelfingen prompted him to shoot himself (he recovered), settled down to marry Morton Downey, radio's dulcet-toned troubadour of the '30s, and take an active director's role in minding her business; of cancer; in Manhattan...
...Bullfights. Fados sound like torch songs sung from the top of a mosque: sobs, wails, cries from the soul. Even when performed by as dulcet a fadista as Amália, they are more forlorn than a foghorn, more despairing than a moan. Fado means destiny in Portuguese, and the Weltschmerz of a good fado gets a physical grip on its audience; like "ffillie Holiday's blues, fados encourage a state of mind well beyond the reach of popular music...
...half years producing a faintly vulgar medley nearly three hours long. Even the film's finest scene is marred by excess: as a pathetically boyish American deserter is led before a firing squad in a vast snowy field, the sound track erupts with Frank Sinatra's dulcet warbling of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, followed by Hark! The Herald Angels Sing. The choice seems arbitrary, a victory cheaply won. Or does an audience really have to be elbowed black and blue to understand that war is a far cry from Christmas...