Word: glazes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...firm social, cultural and artistic context. Schickel has high regard for the primitive, graphic quality of the early Mickey Mouse cartoons and for full-length, animated features such as Pinocchio, which, he thinks, is one of Disney's best-elaborate and smoothly executed without the slick, sugary glaze seen on many of the Disney animations of the late...
There is something irresistibly luminous and mischievous in her radiant face and blue eyes-not the glaze of an It girl, but the glow of an imp. It is doubtful that the boys in Viet Nam regard her as their favorite pinup. She does have more sex appeal than, say, ZaSu Pitts, but it is also obvious that a Liz Taylor she's not. If there is an animal splendor about her, it is more pussycat than panther. Her curves do not pop the eyes. Her legs are a little too lean and a mite long...
...excellent parodies, were perfunctory, the staging and dance (under Director Copper Coggins and head choreographer Jane Michaels) was lively and funny. Most of the best jokes were visual. Shaun Murphy, as Chairman of the Memory Cells of the machine, stumbled onstage supported by a wobbly staff to deliver a glaze-eyed listing of the foibles of Eastern men's schools (this number is a feature of the Junior Show which usually has the same level of tradition and humor to it as the Hasty Pudding's kick-line...
Shostakovich's score swells at all the wrong places. When Hamlet confronts Ophelia "mad," there is a chance for some very sinister stuff: a glaze-eyed Aryan appears, bearing down on her. But up jumps a nervous little Dragnet theme to turn it ludicrous. When Hamlet asks Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, "Am I easier to fret than a pipe?" the scene is played in heavy silence that exaggerates its portent. But presumbaly that's the director's doing, as, unfortunately, is a lot else...
...their salons; workers jam the coffeehouses, and nomads huddle like crapshooters in their tents. As they listen to Um Kalthoum's tremulous voice, old men weep, women writhe on the floor, and the hashish smokers-whose purchases soar to monthly peaks just before the broadcasts-drift into glaze-eyed reverie...