Word: lusciousness
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Pert and brunette, Mary sends a grin across her face in waves, and her 120 Ibs. are settled into a luscious 36-24-36 configuration that has male viewers sitting upright in their reclining chairs. Yet hardly a real-life wife objects. Instead, they take notes. And when she began delighting TV Hubby Dick Van Dyke by wearing Capri slacks, it helped make Capri slacks the biggest trend in U.S. casual attire...
Controlling an Animal. But Tosca is not a play; the singing's the thing. And even Callas could not make it otherwise. Never an instrument of luscious quality, her soprano last week was a thin and often wobbly echo of the voice that fled the Met in 1958. Her high notes were shrill and achingly insecure, and seemed all the more so by contrast with the rich, ringing tenor of Franco Corelli as Mario. In the poignant Vissi d'Arte aria, Callas relied almost wholly on dramatic rather than vocal brilliance to carry her through-which...
...Nuages"--the first--was disappointing. This fragile piece must be played with a pull that will give it direction without destroying the mood. It was the absence of this force, plus a certain heaviness, that kept "Nuages" from coming off, though Carl Schlaikjer's luscious English horn solos helped to make up for the orchestra's deficiencies...
...into the diaspora of the postwar world, where they end up glumly competing with one another in the U.S.-Soviet space race. There is Stern, a faint carbon copy of Wernher von Braun who talks like a cross between Tom Swift and Astroboy. There is Nadia, his luscious White Russian assistant who ends up married to Khrushchev's top rocket man. And there is Dr. Kanashima, a Japanese physicist who happened to be at Peenemünde to observe Nazi rocket techniques...
...Ciao!" cried Italy's Marcello Mastroianni, 40, when he spied Gina Lollobrigida, 36, at New York's Kennedy Airport, and Gina offered a luscious cheek for him to kiss. When Mastroianni flew on to Hollywood, he discovered Adulation American Style, which is no dolce vita. Shrieking females mobbed him at the airport, including one pretty creature, who pursued him, hallooing "Marcello, I love you!" She was there again next day when he cemented his footprints outside Graumann's Chinese Theater and this time he obligingly kissed her (she fainted). But he balked when another horde tried...