Word: luridly
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Shoes for Grandfather. Gugel surveyed his accomplishment with customary aplomb. If the results were too lurid, they might be softened, he thought, by proper illumination, say red and blue light bulbs...
...played with a tone of pure gold. It was a glossily polished performance-for some a disappointment because of its fussiness. But all in all, through Sibelius' tone poem Tapiola, a Beethoven Eighth Symphony laid out with the precision and charm of an English garden, and a final lurid "Dance of the Seven Veils" from Richard Strauss's Salome, the audience heard distinctively clean-clipped accents and gorgeous sonorities unmarred by a single ugly sound...
...Railroad Brotherhoods had got together in a strictly political organization and dubbed it the United Labor League. The auto workers' Walter Reuther had invaded the state to denounce the author of the Taft-Hartley Act. From labor headquarters had rolled thousands upon thousands of pamphlets, posters, books, a lurid comic book (drawn by Al Capp's brother Elliott) attacking and lampooning Taft. A few of the attacks hit home, but some of the blows were foul, e.g., the insinuation that Taft was anti-Negro, that he was against a minimum wage. Other attacks were roundhouse swings, answerable only...
...botch. The violence is not too surprising; as a satirist, Huxley has always liked to draw blood and leave welts. But beyond that, like many essentially critical talents seeking to be creative, he goes to extremes, and overcreates; when he isn't being literary, he is being lurid. And here, without the armor of style, he lunges out with every rusty saber of theatricalism. The Gioconda smile is rather a maniacal laugh. And the production-with Basil Rathbone hamming as the husband and Valerie Taylor brilliantly overacting as the woman scorned-adds thumping the pedal to banging the keys...
Richard Strauss had finished his Capriccio in 1942. In his 70s, the once-lurid old composer had turned headily intellectual. The basis of his last operatic plot was an argument that had long fascinated him: Which should come first, words or music? With Friend Clemens Krauss, conductor of the Munich Opera, writing the libretto, Strauss had set about transferring the argument to the stage...