Word: fingered
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...delightful as a sly, streetwise Scrooge. "Somebody's gotta be the heavy," he sings in his opening number, and old Ebenezer had better be that some body. Hines is well supported by the rest of a large and obviously happy cast, and if all ghosts were as finger-snapping fun ny as Saundra McClain (Christmas Present), being haunted would be more a dream than a nightmare. Yet the highest praise of all has to go to Robin Wagner, whose sets, as clever and as intricate as Chinese boxes, encompass half of 125th Street. Wagner was the unseen star...
...Marion, once cautioned: "Women who use then- catalogues to salute late-coming friends do so at their peril." In practice, a buyer who wishes to remain anonymous prearranges his signals with the auctioneer. Thus a bid may be wigwagged by a nod, a wink, a patted handkerchief, a crooked finger, an arched eyebrow. Says one Manhattan auctioneer of a prominent patron: "When he turns his back on me with a cigar in his mouth and walks away, that means he's bidding...
...back again, all performed with whirling arms, splits, slides and high jumps?attracted as much attention as his songs. An early Townshend tune like My Generation, with a chorus od stuttered definace ("Why don't you all f-f-f-fade away") and its refrain like a middle-finger salute ("Hope I die before I get old") put everyone on notice. In the 14 years since that single came out, The Who has lost none of its power. Townshend may have refined the song musically, shaped the message a little more deftly, as in Won't Get Fooled Again...
...society, you've got to speak the language," he says. "They don't want to be associated as dummies now." Ginny turns to her visitor after glancing conspiratorially at her parents. "O.K.," she says quickly, "I'11-talk-about-it-if-you ..." She holds a silencing finger to her mouth: "Shhhh!" She breaks into tinkling girlish laughter and goes back to scribbling in her magazine...
THERE WAS SOMETHING FUNNY about this one from the start. It began innocently enough; somebody arranged an interview, and somebody else found the promo record. If I had to put my finger on it, it was the record that first gave the show away. Some ingenious record company executive had pasted a sticker to the cellophane wrapping, a sticker graced by Stanley Clarke's evaluation of Diana Hubbard's music. There is only one problem. In his glowing tribute, Clarke failed to note that he too played on this album...