Word: limps
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...finds him, he is about to "topple" a U.S. rocket carrying an astronaut. 007 tries to stop him, but No sneers evilly and shuts Bond up in a warm, dark cell. To escape, 007 has to crawl through a steaming-hot tube about a mile long. He comes out limp. Doctor No leaps upon him, snarling. Locked together, they reel toward the incandescent core of an atomic furnace...
...that she is 43, the rest of her body is even more expressive than her articulate legs and feet. For one exquisite moment in their carefree love scene, as Rudolf carries Margot downstage, holding her high, the bones seem to melt out of her joints and she becomes more limp than a rag doll. Nureyev is inspired by her virtuosity. In scene after scene, they act out the passionate affair of Marguerite and Armand. Denied an opportunity to show off his airborne virtuosity, only in the betrayal scene does Nureyev show the hot Tartar blood of which he boasts. Fonteyn...
...camera contributes equally to the illusion. With the help of a telescopic lens it plunges the spectator like spaghetti into the boiling core of every battle-he goes in stiff with tension and comes out limp with fatigue. It holds him still and explodes a mob in his face. And twice it summons him to images of awful beauty...
...Fisher" especially. The music is Brian Cooke's and Kenneth Stuart's; only occasionally the conventional hammering accompaniment, it certainly got the largest share of talent in the production. Flexible, dramatic, tuneful, the descriptive words steal the actual flavor; anyway, it pulls together a show that would be limp with anything less. A small band plays it, led by the now notorious Joe Raposo at the piano; and you should watch the workings of Raposos face instead of the stage during the dull moments of a first act someone stretched out too long...
...Good Way. Trading on a second-growth tonsil that gives his voice a pleasantly fuzzy purr, Tormé tried hard to be a balladeer. But his syrupy approach to hits like Blue Moon won him the unfortunate nickname "The Velvet Fog," typecast him as a limp crooner, and tempted tricksters to heckle him by slipping the irresistible r into "Fog." "Life was nothing but traveling," he says. "I was very unhappy with my recording career. Everywhere people would give me the 'so-you're-the-cocky-little-kid' bit." Mel's obstinacy never withered...