Word: paled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...scandal that clung to it when it was first seen. Instead it has moved into the company of, say, Pollock's Lavender Mist as one of the classics of American modernism: a work of such authority, intelligence and opulent technical skill that one can hardly believe its pale, dense encaustic skin was made by a 25-year...
...tuned up and ready to blow, the National Symphony Orchestra of Washington waited on the stage of the austere concert hall at the John F. Kennedy Center. A cheerful cherub of a man walked swiftly to the podium and smiled at the audience. His face was a pale Russian winter's landscape, his blue eyes shone mischievously. He turned toward his colleagues and, with a sturdy slash of his baton, launched into a high-speed, raucous overture that seemed to roil the Potomac. It was strictly show-biz razzmatazz, a pastiche stitched together by Leonard Bernstein from his 1976 musical...
...performance as well. Once, Slava bounced into the Russian Tea Room, Manhattan's best-known musicians' hangout and, spotting an old friend across the crowded room, released a full-voiced salutation consisting of several raunchy eleven, twelve-and 13-letter cuss words. The room grew silent. The borscht turned pale. "See!" crowed Slava cheerily. "I learn your language...
...beyond being nervous about what or who was in those shadows. Your friend sits down on the curb and you'd envy him his ease but you know that in a few minutes he's gonna have to be moving on, finding someplace sheltered to shoot up that pale orange goo that'll do him for awhile more. And you think about Timothy Leary's hyperbole about the glorious things that happen to the brain cells when you take drugs and you think about this man that you will never see again because of the not-so-glorious things that...
...most technically brilliant and intellectually stimulating of any in the world; Lang's later Hollywood efforts were mostly cliched and dull. The movie stars the young Peter Lorre, not the simpering caricature of the Bogart films, but Lorre when he was young an thin, and very pale, and very convincing as a psychopath who murders children. The scene where a young girl is murdered and the camera cuts to the girl's balloons drifting aimlessly, is one of the most chilling in all film, and the crowd hysteria at the end makes you wish Lang could have directed...