Word: laughingly
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...along with TIME's editors for our 2007 Person of the Year issue. Zarakhovich was as big a personality as the Russia he loathed and loved. His stories and jokes were like conspiracies, full of asides that were whole tales. If you didn't get the punch line, you laughed anyway because Yuri's laugh was loud and infectious. Zarakhovich, who died Nov. 17 at 63, was living in retirement in Florida and expecting his first grandchild when he was given a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer about a month ago. His daughter had the baby--a boy--the day before...
...Ninja Assassin” is not entirely unpleasant. One cannot help but laugh at the film’s ridiculous premise—the struggles between omnipotent modern-day ninjas and rogue European police officers—and marvel at its terrifying violence. It is a movie whose narrative faults are very easy to mistake for lovable farce or parody. “Ninja Assassin,” however, is no joke: it’s an honest failure...
...could request the same. He called us his "little birdbaths" and warned us not to scratch our chicken pox. When he danced the Soupy Shuffle, he helped us forget about the looming threat of the Bomb. With his goofy antics, Soupy showed us we could still laugh and be carefree children...
...again. Here, dancing’s role is the more traditional one of a courtship ritual: “If we put our hands together / Yeah, we’re all here for the better / In the music you might discover / And your pulse and your beat and your laugh.” The second track, “My Love is Better,” steps up the pace and the attitude; a catty putdown to a romantic competitor set to powerful, pulsating synths. “My kiss is wetter (Than your kiss) / My lips are better (Than...
...fantasy, where he’s free to put his emotional world into order. When he’s first imprisoned, and finally alone, Peterson begins to cry; Bronson, on stage and in whiteface, by contrast, reveals that they are crocodile tears and the audience begins to laugh on cue. Here, the ego of Michael Peterson seems to recede, and the precarious balance between the id and the superego manifests itself in the bursts of violence that are calmly—and even comically—retold by the performative narrator...