Word: floridation
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MANDY PATINKIN: MANDY PATINKIN (CBS). The Broadway (Sunday in the Park with George) and movie (Alien Nation) actor lets fly with a fearlessly melodramatic song cycle chosen from sources as various as Stephen Sondheim and Al Jolson. Some are a bit florid, but the best tunes (like Anyone Can Whistle) have a delicacy that lingers...
...Swaggart's secret life was anything near as florid as it appears to have been, it was almost inevitable that it would come to the notice of Gorman, the pastor of a humble church in a warehouse located only four miles away. Gorman had been reduced to this lowly estate because of the Assemblies, defrocking for adultery, which Swaggart had engineered. Before that, Gorman had been the toast of Pentecostalist New Orleans...
...life. They have a certain life-style that he didn't know before. They go to a lot of parties and first nights. They entertain quite a bit. Sarah I was very much a country wife in the traditional English sense. Sarah II is more outgoing, more florid. She is more Zandra Rhodes; Sarah I, more Burberrys...
...same area, a sense of common life, but only Stella was able to make it work aesthetically. Those who think abstract art should betoken "spirituality" are bound to be put off by the materialist cast of mind that lends its here-and-now toughness to even the most florid of Stella's works. Relentlessly inventive, marred only by the glaring, grinding overcomplication of some of his pictorial machines, he is a paragon of mental horsepower. His show affirms that no painter need be the prisoner of the ends of art history...
...skin drawn taut over Jack Palance cheekbones. A smile that offered a great time on the way down. Chuck Berry might sing about School Days and Johnny B. Goode, but teens knew that his songs -- from the opening guitar riff through the four-on-the-floor chorus to the florid finale -- were siren calls to cut class and feel good. "You know my temperature risin', the jukebox blowin' a fuse,/ My heart beatin' rhythm and my soul keep a-singin' the blues./ Roll over Beethoven. Tell Tchaikovsky the news...