Word: elfin
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...another world, another time, in the Age of Wonder." A war between the benevolent Mystics (who look like shaggy-dog anteaters) and the evil Skeksis (pustular vultures) has obliterated all but a few of each. Under the Skeksis' whimsically sadistic reign, virtually every member of the industrious elfin race of Gelflings has been slaughtered. Only two remain-Jen, a young male, and the girl Kira-to replace the crystal's missing shard and set the world aright again...
...Pete, a freckle-faced 9 or 10, crooks his slim arm and strains to pop that first bicep. To the side is a Betty Crocker mom, beaming at her new young man. And off in the back, pug nose sniffing in disdain, is Kid Sis. "Boys' games!" her elfin derision seems to say. "Showing you're strong. Proving yourself. Making a muscle ? eeeeeuuuuu...
...punchless confection with an O.K. score featuring that unavoidable pop hymn Tomorrow. Was this amiable amble down Mummery Lane worth the Tony awards, the five-year run on Broadway (still going strong), a record $9.5 million for the movie rights? On the evidence of this film, no. Instead of elfin simplicity, Director John Huston offers production numbers full of empty extravagance, a host of familiar characters (like Punjab and the Asp) with little to do-and a chorus of baby Mormans knowingly strutting their stuff, breaking the sound and charm barriers...
Ellis, an elfin 42, made his name with highly imaginative sweater stylings for women. This spring he scored with a collection of women's wear in subtle pastels and shifting shapes that summon up echoes of the ragtime era. "When you're designing for women," he says, "you can do wonderfully imaginative clothes and create lots of different moods. With men you can do perhaps the same thing, but it's still more limited." Trying to work some stretch into those limitations, Ellis' leading men's jacket for fall will be long, narrowing gradually from...
...candy-striped house with a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney. Trudging toward it through the ice and snow, I heard a chorus of high-pitched angry voices. As I approached the source of this racket, I discerned a circle of tiny persons, marching determinedly while chanting, "Elfin power, elfin power!" I crossed the picket line and was assailed with snowballs...