Word: glinting
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...idea of spending about half a million dollars to bring back a forty-five year old show is vaguely disconcerting. Broadway has been sick for a while now, and Nanette's backers probably have dollar signs painted on their teeth. But perhaps it is worth it. Perhaps the glint in a septuagenarian eye, a glint meaning, "We do have it in us," justifies the gargantuan cosmic folly of putting on an expensive, frivolous revival. If it doesn't, then Broadway is sicker than it thinks...
...York Film Festival is a peculiar combination of international no-talents and geniuses, a show, in T.S. Eliot's phrase, of "garlic and sapphires in the mud." Last week, at its opening, the garlic was very much in evidence. This week some sapphires glint...
...those who attack him for what he has claimed to be. If his disinclination to explore why men act - or more often don't act - places him outside the contemporary novel, no contemporary has written more knowledgeably about how men act. The guises and disguises of ambition, the glint of fever in the eye when a man is going for the Big Apple, the way a New Man on the make can use the old steppingstones (Cambridge common room, St. James's club) - all this Snow knows with firsthand certainty. For Snow, after all, is one of those...
Calculating Man. At 43, Wunderlich acts more like a successful stockbroker than a bizarre artist. He wheels around Hamburg in an expensive British car, wears imported shirts and shoes, often paints wearing a necktie. He likes money and does not hesitate to say so. He declares with a playful glint in his eye: "I am accused of being a calculating man, and I am. I know that there are very few graphic artists in the world who are as good...
...Collins song, My Father. She began by recounting with youthful innocence that "my father always promised us that we would live in France." She recreated her dream of "boating on the Seine," and led one's thoughts to Renoir and his velvety impressions of summer days and the sparkling glint of light on the river's water. Later, her voice grew mellow and wise as she sang "the colors of my father's dreams faded" and the audience could look back with her in knowing retrospect, as Gene Taylor drew his bow sadly across the strings of his bass...