Word: dulling
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...unpleasant reality, something that those lucky enough to buy the 50th anniversary issue discovered as they turned its elegant, ad-riddled pages. The New Yorker has become--maybe it's always been-boring. The "Talk of the Town" section with its plural-voiced inanities, the epic profiles of dull people, the humor pieces heavier with syrup than satire--this is what fills The New Yorker. Get rid of the cartoons--the work of Lorenz, Geo. Price, Charles Addams--and there is not much left. An occasional piece by Woody Allen. Richard Goodwin's political writing. Pauline Kael. What else...
...Cuff. The audience belongs to him, heart, brain and pocketbook. But Jackson's speech-as usual, delivered off the cuff-is for the most part flat and dull. He dwells on the energy crisis, pushing out statistics like a bookkeeper. He lectures, informs, but does not inspire until the last part of the speech, when he talks of international human rights. "I want to see a clear movement of people and ideas across international boundaries," he says, "and, may I say, not just machinery and wheat...
However, the Crimson does have the opportunity to add some drama to an otherwise dull Ivy League script...
Considering the thudding banalities they are forced to utter, the actors man age a lively display of cocktail-party intelligence. Deborah Kerr is very pukka memsahib, and Barry Nelson displays his boyish charm, though the patina of age has begun to dull it. Frank Langella turns out to be the drollest character onstage with his stubborn macho pride in the size of his tail...
Whores and Lice. At her simplest level, the Keneally Joan can be very simple indeed-obstinate but rather dull with the protuberant brown eyes of a cow: "Looking at her, you nearly went to sleep." She is an object of manipulation. The knights wave her like a banner to win battles. The "fat clergy" cash in those victories as new ecclesiastical revenue. The Dauphin, of course, uses her to gain his crown. Keneally graphically savors the irony of this visionary innocent ("our little he-nun") ending up in the midst of disemboweled and headless corpses, moving from battlefield to bloody...