Word: flaccidly
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...goes. The best and most vivid part of the book is its 75-page-long beginning, which sets up an ultimately flaccid, indistinct narrative. Simpson can be a strong, sinewy writer, and it may be that this novel, her third, is simply a misstep. Perhaps she has gone to the well once too often: A Regular Guy has the same theme as much of her earlier work--a child searching for a lost father--and it lacks the energy and rude gusto of Anywhere but Here. As for Owens, he loses his company, but in the end he is doing...
...album kicks off with Real Love, Lennon's dreamy 1979 ballad to which Paul, George and Ringo added sweet harmonies and rhythmic heft. There's also 12-Bar Original, a metallic-blues instrumental from 1965. Two other "new" songs are from that year: Paul's flaccid That Means a Lot, recorded as a demo for a single by P.J. Proby; and a Ringo vocal, If You've Got Trouble, with inanely taunting lyrics: "You think I'm soft in the head/ Well, try someone softer instead...
...brooders," she said after jocks failed her. "Men who wore greasy jeans and shirts of an indeterminate color. Men who smelled of fried cheese and clove cigarettes and carried a dog-eared copy of On the Road in their army-surplus backpack. Men your father would squint at suspiciously. Flaccid, feeble men who sat on sofas at parties, flicking ashes into their beer cans and making snide remarks under their breath. These were my new paramours. I was prepared for the worst...
Barbra attempted to set her example, but she ended up looking like a flaccid puppet sustained by her brilliantly turgid teleprompter. Michelle Pfeiffer babbled for a while and told us that she tries to choose roles responsibly as an artist: sleeping with a hairy animal and meowing as a cartoon dominatrix seemed, to her mind, to fit the bill...
...haute couture. When Robert Altman hears the word, he thinks of farce, polluted rivers and dog doo under everyone's foot. Pret-a-Porter (Ready to Wear) is the director's long-winded hate letter to the fashion industry and those who cover it. The film is a flaccid mess, missing its easy targets. It is also undiluted Altman -- a movie that sums up his attitude toward actors, audiences, the press, humanity. When you hear the word contempt, you think of Robert Altman...