Word: limpness
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...Deep. It was never simple for Pollock. Friends saw him, a cigarette smoldering on his lip, emerge from his studio limp as a wet dishrag. In 1953 Pollock took up brushes again, using his drip technique less and less frequently, to produce his last spurt of genius. In Portrait and a Dream, he showed the dichotomy between the monochrome meandering of his somnolent mind and the colorful mask of his own waking self. In Easter and the Totem, he paired a budding lily with a brown bullet totem that juts into the canvas from the left. He painted The Deep...
...fault lies less with Hamilton, perhaps, than with Dore Schary, who wrote, produced and directed this static movie version of Hart's book. What was unflinchingly straightforward in print has been sentimentalized, rendered limp and lifeless on film. Hart's parents, who never understood their ambitious son, become stock figures of Jewish folk comedy. The late, irascible Kaufman is ably impersonated by Jason Robards Jr., whose perpetually aghast eyebrows seem to sense the serious trouble in the script. Appearing at intervals are a galaxy of vintage celebrities, such as the Algonquin Round Table in toto and a struggling...
...planted a long, passionate kiss on my lips and pressed my back against the door until I was limp. Then he swung me easily off the floor and started to carry me up the stairs. "Charles," 1 remonstrated feebly, "what are you doing?" He looked at me hungrily. "Just point out your bedroom," he said. "You have nothing to fear, cherie...
...truly a great Pop artiste " he grandly announces. "He really painted what eees there. But today's Pop art is too romantic." By this Dali means that everyday objects painted literally are not worth the adoration poured into them by U.S. Pop artists. When Dali painted his famous limp watches they were, at least, bent by 90 degrees-and thus, to his eye, "symbols of memory slipping down the throat...
...ended, an explosion thundered through the auditorium. A 30-ft. wall of flame shot over a section of box seats and rinkside folding chairs. In an instant, the rink was littered with enormous chunks of concrete, shredded programs, crumpled popcorn boxes, splintered seats, twisted steel-and dozens of limp or painfully writhing bodies that lay in puddles of blood spreading over the ice. It took a moment for the horror to register. Then the gay chorus line broke in a scramble of skate blades and screams. A woman in the audience shrieked to her companion: "It's part...