Word: hyena
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...pinnacle of hyenic humor was the hyena, the classic hyena, that hit too jar back while running, would circle madly, snapping and tearing at himself until he pulled his own intestines out, and then stood there, jerking them out and eating them with relish...
...Bertrand Russell . . . was small, dark, brisk, with a lively air and a hyena laugh. According to some people he was the ugliest man they had ever seen ... He had birth, genius, learning, indefatigable zeal and energy, brilliant intelligence and absolute honesty and courage ... Yet on the whole, relative to his capacities, he was a failure. He petered...
...acting honors are easily captured by a herd of hippopotami plunging like dolphins in an African river, and by a Hollywood hyena whose night prowling about the camp has a superbly eerie quality. Among the Hollywood cast, Ava Gardner is surprisingly effective in the early scenes in Paris. Screen Writer Casey Robinson describes the script as "one-third Hemingway, one-third Zanuck and one-third myself"-a dilution of talent that probably accounts for the pat, happy ending, the atmosphere of whining self-pity, and the resolute backing away from any issues except sugar-coated love...
Brilliantly acted, Rashomon bulges with barbaric force. The bandit (Toshiro Mifune) is an unforgettable animal figure, grunting, sweating, swatting at flies that constantly light on his half-naked body, exploding in hyena-like laughter of scorn and triumph. But, more than a violent story, the film is a harsh study of universal drives stripped down to the core: lust, fear, selfishness, pride, hatred, vanity, cruelty. The woodcutter's version of the crime lays bare the meanness of man with Swiftian bitterness and contempt...
Super-Animal. The miracle of Dogpatch had become a greater national phenomenon than Lena the Hyena; culturally it had surpassed even Sadie Hawkins day. To New York Herald Tribune Radio Columnist John Crosby, who thought he detected a likeness between the whiskered shmoo and a certain Chicago newspaper publisher, the book was "one of the finest satiric creations since Gulliver's Travels." (No, said Capp modestly, that was overrating Dean Swift.) To Dr. Frederic Wertham, a Manhattan psychiatrist who crusades against comic books, the shmoo offered "a solution of human problems on the same spurious level as Nietzsche...