Word: limpidity
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...Relax completely, girls," said instructor Ted Moynahan during the frequent rest breaks. "Nobody's watching you." And nobody was watching, except for the instructor, the CRIMSON photographer, and two couples giggling outside the door. "Act like limpid pools," said Moynahan...
...ellimination of fat and sag, peak beauty, peak health, so colds, no insomnia, no constipation, etc." "Peddle air--it up the old leg muscles and firms up these thighs," Yogaman Ted Moynahan advises one of his young pretages in Cabot Hall, Moynahan also had the girls looking like limpid pools and cobras "Some of them are just marvelous--they catch on so awfully fast," he said...
...Aureole, the dancers are all in white, stark against a backdrop lighting of limpid Mediterranean blue. Taylor, a blond, blue-eyed matinee idol, looks as if he could double as a circus strongman, and the trio of girls accompanying him are Nereids in semidiaphanous slips. The dancers move like sails on a summer sea, now lazing, now racing, sometimes capsizing, then righting themselves as they catch each new breeze of improvisation. There is no story line whatever, but the mood is as artless as love...
Last week La Scala saw it again In the impossible title role was the only soprano now living who could hope to get away with it-Australian Coloratura Joan Sutherland. The purity of her voice, its limpid icy strength all along the scale, and its' perfect intonation, seemed just right for the role, even though Sutherland's history of solid. woodenness onstage suggested trouble with Semiramide's dark libretto (Semiramide falls in love with her Hametesque son before discovering his identity; the son kills her. mistaking her for an interloping lover). But Sutherland was unconcerned. Said...
This story could have been sheer slumgullion, but under Sam Peckinpah's tasteful direction it is a minor chef-d'oeuvre among westerns. Shot near California's Mammoth Lakes, the film owes much of its beauty to nature. The camera hovers with loving grace over limpid, mirror-bright pools, trees like green-hooded knights, and the rumpled grandeur of blue-blanketed mountains. Ride the High Country has a rare honesty of script, performance and theme-that goodness is not a gift but a quest. In the unhurried tempo of their speech, their ease of bearing, the firm...