Word: eying
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Well now, that all depends. Some people make from 40 to 100 dollars a night. But you have to learn to hustle." When I looked up with a worried question in my eye, she laughed: "No honey, I mean hustle drinks." I breathed. "We'll start you down the street at our other club if you like Rhythm and Blues better," she said...
Tactics, maneuvers, the grim, tight-lipped faces of police trained to avoid eye contact, other moments when the barriers break down and protesters and police treat each other as people, the fences and chants and vigils and pickets and the Chain Link Fence, it all blends together. To the side of the road, 20 ducks in group formation leave a small pond and head into the forest. It looks like an affinity group...
Evita is a spectacular eye-catcher, but it seldom gets a grip on a playgoer's feelings. For one thing, the basic tale has been too oft told. It is the familiar show-biz saga of a nobody from nowhere who, through wile and gumption, achieves wealth, fame and glory as a dazzling superstar. In the case of Evita, this tale has been telescoped and occasionally tampered with. Most of the key events happen offstage. They are described in song and dance and recitative, but not dramatically rendered, so the musical lacks the warming pulse of intimacy...
...aural dynamics. If, as in Sweeney Todd, he has tossed away the key to the human heart, he is a master strategist of the stage. He deploys his acting troupes with brilliant precision at a crackling tempo. It is Prince, aided by a huge gray screen whose cyclopean eye brims with historic film clips, who hurls the dramatic thunderbolts of the evening. In two scenes of mass turbulence, with banners flying and the crowd in a hypnotic roar, Perón and Eva turn their microphones into rhetorical firebrands, and Prince engulfs play ers and playgoers alike in a demagogic...
...eye of a hurricane whose elemental force derived not only from the hatreds of the two Viet Nams and the hysteria of domestic critics, but also from a painful rift between Nixon and me [see box "Chagrined Cowboy"]. In early December, TIME magazine, with the best will in the world, added to earlier irritations by selecting Nixon and me as joint Men of the Year. I knew immediately how this would go down with my chief, whose limited capacity for forgiveness surely did not include being upstaged (and being given equal billing as Man of the Year with his assistant...