Word: plotlessly
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...reform him; they fail, of course. He makes sausages out of plastic hose at the plant, devastates their garden party, and transports their son on his fuming motorbike. The characters, in their smug posturings and ridiculous appearance, are like cartoon characters, as the film itself is a plotless continuity of cartoon-like situations. It is one of the funniest bunches of cartoons ever assembled...
...three of the nine one-acters that make up Noel Coward's Tonight at 8:30. They did well with Ways and Means, a bedroom comedy complete with burglar. But why did they omit the final line? Without it, the end fell flat. Hands Across the Sea is a plotless bit of mayhem, a three-minute joke extended to thirty. Shadow Play is a confused, stylized soap opera about a marriage on the rocks. It showed that the two stars ought not to sing in public; but it did provide a good final examination for the lighting technicians and stagehands...
...curtain-raiser is Hands Across the Sea, a plotless bit of mayhem in which the lady of the house doesn't want to admit that she can't identify all her drawing-room callers. Too much time is spent talking on the telephone, and the device of having two or three people talk at once is vastly overworked. It is a three-minute joke extended to thirty...
...volume into far too slim a play. The book's small-town vignettes shocked readers in 1919 with insights into the neurotic crochets of lonely, frustrated Winesburghers. No longer shocking, it has been smoothed by the years into a piece of rural nostalgia, but it is still a plotless set of fragments unified by little more than the author's tone of voice and a mood of isolated lives. For dramatic focus, Adapter Sergel forfeited the rich multiplicity of characters, fastened upon the struggle of ailing Elizabeth Willard (Dorothy McGuire) to free her sensitive if needed son George...
...Disney. Mooltiki is a kind of reluctant dragon among lady elephants. She rumbles and grumbles audibly while stoking the mighty campfire with logs. She would rather blow bubbles in the river or clutch a flower in her trunk than be a proper beast of burden. Around Mooltiki's plotless existence revolve a skin-prickling tiger hunt and Author Godden's evocations of the lush tropical fecundities of Indian jungle country. Rumer Godden is a fastidious craftsman but a trifle hammy. Some of her sentences preen themselves so long before the mirror of sensibility that, like Mooltiki, they never...