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...VINEGAR PUSS...
With a few sparkling exceptions, the pieces collected in Vinegar Puss (written mostly during the past five years) show Perelman at his second best. But this is usually the case in humor collections: the author is always made to look as if he is playing Can You Top This? with himself. Pieces that look good in the casual format of a weekly magazine are rudely upstaged by the hand ful that are very good...
...askew. His third-day shirt has ring-around-the-collar. His thick, wavy clump of dark hair overhangs eyes screwed tight in a lopsided squint, a brow that is permanently furrowed and a leathery puss smudged with unshavable stubble. With stocky shoulders hunched forward at a 45° angle, he looks like an ambulatory cypress stump in baggy brown pants. And the raincoat. The raincoat is an oversized, unhung affair in the last stages of decomposition, scarred and seasoned with the grease of a thousand fingers, its hems frayed and stringy, its pockets attached more by habit than by thread...
...Cannon. Ah. William Conrad has created the only consistently believable character on television since Star Trek, with the notable exception of his contemporary, Peter Falk on Colombo. Cannon, known affectionately as Fat Puss by his devoted following, frets and struts his way through week after week of Grade B and C plots, making them not only suspenseful but enjoyable. It is a rare accomplishment indeed to shine in this medium, but Conrad seems to be playing himself. As he overcomes stupidity on the program, one feels that it is a direct metaphor for his consistent battle to conquer the reigning...
Such disconnected nuances reveal a truth that formal history can hardly capture, and they are in absolute contrast to the craft of acting. In the Guinness film, Eva Braun was played as a glamour puss, vaguely resembling Dominique Sanda. The real version was otherwise: a giggling, curly blonde Aryan squaw, smooching with a rabbit, proudly doing calisthenics on the beach of the Konigssee, or coquettishly persuading the Scourge of History to screen Gone With the Wind just once again because she loves Clark Gable. Allowing for variations of costume and language, these domestic scenes could be happening today, anywhere from...