Word: rococo
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...writer, recalls that Carson "made a point of bombing and making it funny. Sometimes you'd write strictly for that. You'd set up one baddie, just for the saver." A lot of comedians have done this, but none has raised the art to such rococo refinements as Carson, who can now paralyze an audience with one-liners that would get lesser comics boiled...
...watch Parrel! stretching a Farrell part is a front-line experience; dancing just does not go further . . . And though she advanced to the very limit of the ballet's style, she never toppled into distortion. Farrell's choreography in Chaconne is already a study in rococo excess. To exceed excess and still not distort: quite a feat...
...difficult to move. The entire construction is made out of junk, covered with layers of metal foil and kraft paper. The effect, twinkling and blazing under the museum lights, is of quite breathtaking intensity: the gold and silver may be only foil, but they go beyond rococo incrustation into a domain of absolute theatricality. Hampton's vision contains not one depiction of an angel or a saint, let alone Jesus; this, however, is the source of its power, since the Throne is an empty stage set, literally waiting to be peopled by visitations more real to the artist than...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGGIE! read the 80-ft. banner towed across the gray skies by a small biplane piloted by a fervent Tory supporter. Inside the rococo Winter Gardens ballroom at the seaside resort of Blackpool, the 4,000 delegates to the annual Conservative Party conference last week joined in song and cheers as Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, a self-assured 56, uncorked a bottle of champagne and cut the birthday cake. Exuding confidence, Thatcher picked up on the theme she had stated briskly on her arrival earlier in the day: "All is well. All is very well...
Years before alligator shirts covered every second American torso, long before artifacts of Ivy League style were mass-merchandised, before anyone dreamed of writing an "official handbook," Manhattan's Biltmore Hotel was the premier public place for preppies. Within its vaulting rococo spaces, numberless Princeton boys leered at an endless parade of Vassar girls, while Dartmouth seniors, a little tight, chatted up Smithies. Aging doughboys staggered out of regimental reunions singing. The bubbliness was swell and incessant. Scott Fitzgerald and J.D. Salinger, writing for and about two generations of preppies, each dragged characters through the gilded Palm Court, under...