Word: lifelessly
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...that permits the moviegoer to lick his lips over the horror just before he sees the humor of a situation-or vice versa. One moment, for example, the audience is snickering at a dumb chorine, and the next it is staring aghast at her lifeless body in a bathtub that seems at first glance to be full of raspberry soda-very picturesque in Metro-color. And during a mob war, when a punk catches a packet, does he do the conventional clutch-and-crumple? Not at all. He explodes in the moviegoer's face like a ripe tomato-quite...
Where Was the Fireman? Some of the commuters were as lucky as Land. One arm and one foot broken. Trainman Joe McDonald struggled to the door of the first coach and, in a welter of lifeless bodies, floated up to sunlight. Lloyd Nelson, 33. of Little Silver, N.J.. a survivor of the Pennsylvania Railroad wreck at Woodbridge, N.J. in 1951 (84 dead), had got a window open before his coach splashed into the bay. From the dangling car some passengers crawled hand over hand up the luggage racks to take rescuing ropes and hands. But Snuffy Stirnweiss died...
...Isenheim, Griinewald (real name: Mathis Gothardt Niethardt) reached a peak in his ability to give body to the high mysticism and passionate urgency of his time. He rendered the Christ crucified as a scarred and broken figure, his lifeless head pierced with grotesque thorns. The attendant figures sustain and even amplify the sense of total horror and shock. The figure of Mary Magdalene at the foot of the Cross is modeled on Griinewald's ideal of Nordic beauty, with wildly flowing silky blonde hair, sumptuous, rippling salmon-pink robe and veil. Griinewald has painted beauty moved to the ultimate...
...picture offers an occasional soupçcon of French seasoning ("The only people who make love all the time are liars"), some charming lecherdemain in the scenes involving Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold, a sexless performance from Caron and a lifeless one from Jourdan, a wonderful happy ending which wittily demonstrates that life has more tricks than an old tart, a singable (though not memorable) musical score, and enough bibelots, furbelows, fichus, berthas, boas, sconces, socles, credenzas, teapoys and Canterburies to deliriously overdecorate this most ornate of the cinema's recurrent funerals...
...despite graphic moments, The Firstborn is a lifeless failure, it is less that Fry had not yet acquired a rhetoric than that he had misapplied it. His literary conceits, his verbal arabesques suffocate anything truly alive. Half don, half dandy, Fry was to find himself in mannerism rather than substance, in the mocking wink rather than the observing eye. Despite Katharine Cornell's regal efforts as Pharaoh's sister, or trumpet-voiced Anthony Quayle's as Moses, the Egypt of The Firstborn is mummified. Only Boris Aronson's sets evoke something once living and still large...