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...DIED. Fawn McKay Brodie, 65, historian whose 1974 psychobiography Thomas Jefferson: an Intimate History alleged that the nation's third President had a 38-year love affair with a black slave woman named Sally Hemings, who bore him five children; of cancer; in Santa Monica, Calif...
...rock version of Gilbert and Sullivan," he explains. "I wanted pop singers to make us rehear the lines." In fact, that seemingly odd casting was a master stroke, and both performers may be duly anointed as perfect in their parts. Ronstadt, 34, looks as innocent as a fawn and is able to hit high notes that her rock fans probably never knew existed. Even she was surprised. "I discovered I had this other voice that I'd forgotten about," she says. "I hadn't used my upper range since I was a child...
...turn Lonnie into a lethal hot property. Decking the punk in a skeleton suit and dubbing him "the Halloween Killer," Manny starts Lonnie on the garish glory road to 27 murders. The tabloids swiftly pick up the scent (THE HALLOWEEN KILLER STALKS JACKIE O.). Smarmy talk-show hosts fawn on him, paperback offers and film rights proliferate, and Lonnie makes big bad bawdy whoopee with Miss America. Christine Baranski zeroes in on this character's vacuous dedication and chews her words like stale gum. Griffin Dunne has a sensitive trigger finger on his role throughout...
...Joplin's own life are brought in and drooled over. The most offensive example exploits her alleged bisexuality. From literally out of nowhere there appears in Rose's dressing room one evening a gorgeous Valkyrie in Junior League pearls and a tastefully pleated white skirt. The two women fawn and coo over one another in an absolute travesty of lesbian affection. Rydell handles the entire scene and topic with the leering prurience of a porn director. He offers up to us his Bryant-esque theory of homosexual women: when that rare "good man" ain't around, another broad will...
...children. How more saccharine than a sweet tooth they are. Pity the poor darlings. All they do is beam and fawn on Mama. Exempt the tiniest tot, Tara Kennedy, 7, who puts on a sizzling display of stagewise expertise in a song-and-dance duo with George S. Irving. A born hamster, she's good enough to wake up the audience. So is Irving. As Uncle Chris, a cigar-chomping, whisky-swigging lecher, he, at least, colors the stage something other than its prevailing gray...