Word: leers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Paul Cook are only in their early 20s, but they have mastered the art of the 1950s pelvic thrust completely. Rotten is the live shell: an emaciated, electric figure who jumps from simian crouch to arm-swinging swirl to Groucho Marx prowl. Dissolving a coy smile into a demonic leer, he half snarls, half shouts the notorious Anarchy...
...buxom diva trills in a concert hall. Suddenly-zap!-she loses the melody and desperately summons the "Melody Doctor." Enter a Groucho Marx double, complete with cigar and leer. To the tune of outrageous one-liners, he re-creates the missing melody, placing huge notes on a blackboard...
...enjoy a huge cult following and invariably feature Groucho as an appealing rogue capable of fast-talking his way out of any difficulty. On his radio and TV quiz show You Bet Your Life, he was able to deploy all his famous trademarks: the loping gait, arched eyebrows, lecherous leer and emotive cigar. He was, above all, the master of the rapid-fire wisecrack. Examples: While accepting a medal from France, he quipped, "Can it be hocked?" When asked why he was always accompanied by beautiful women, he retorted, "They're very useful at night and frequently during...
...decade was scarcely a year old when the nightmares began. The demoniac leer of Charles Manson. Confessions without remorse. An aerospace unemployment line of 180,000 bodies. Flickering images of a bank burning. Such impulses, such possibilities, had always been there beneath the glitter, but once they surfaced, it was hard to see Utopia any longer. Suddenly, a 1971 California poll showed that half the state's recent arrivals, plus a full third of its permanent residents, would leave if given the chance. This was big news. By 1972 California migration was 90% below the annual rate...
...lonely; when he crudely but movingly divulges to Ann his haunting memories of first seeing his mother naked, she doesn't even lift the pen from her shopping list. But the actor, Michel Peyrelon, possesses the kind of jowly, hugemouthed face that turns even a wounded smile into a leer, and when he finally holds Veronique's passive head on his shoulder, patting her hair and closing his eyes, his emotional wince seems to say stupidly "God, I'm sensitive, God, I'm sensitive." (If you've ever seen Anthony Newley sing "What Kind of Fool...