Word: dullness
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What's less defensible is the number of shows that are being brought back prematurely or without much point. Nine, despite winning five Tonys in 1982, was a dull show then, and it's a dull show now. The main achievement of Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune, a revival of Terrence McNally's sentimental two-hander starring Stanley Tucci and Edie Falco, seems to have been to break up Tucci's marriage. (The show is closed, but he and Falco, who played a nude scene together, are now tabloid fodder.) Ma Rainey's Black Bottom...
...photographer snaps away at his most recent painting at Art Night, Lamb smiles bemusedly, almost apologetically. “This is a really silly painting.” He points to a dull red that appears on the canvas and calls it “an institutional red, like the red on the edge of buildings.” What it needs, of course, is something original to brighten it up—for which Lamb is a natural...
...report of the president and treasurer of Harvard College warned that sports “interfere with, instead of clarifying and maintaining, mental activity; they convert the student into a powerful animal, and dull for the time his intellectual parts.” The report suggested limiting practice time to two hours a day and restricting competition to New England...
...years as a journalist I had never seen anything like this: a ragtag army with wailing families in tow, beseeching me to take news of their plight to the outside world. I walked among starving children, their tiny frames scarred by mortar shrapnel. Young men, toting rifles and with dull-eyed infants strapped to their backs, ripped open their shirts to show me their wounds. An old man grabbed my hand and guided it over the contours of shrapnel buried in his gut. A teenage girl, no more than 15, whimpered at my feet, pawed at my legs and cried...
...words and at the same time exquisite and emotional. In “Don’t Disappear,” McCaughan sings softly and longingly: “And in this dream we were terribly tall, wobbly and weak / And I was afraid we would fall / Impaled on dull silver mass of antennae / And I wanted to grab you, but you were so skinny...