Word: rococo
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Admission to cinema entertainment in the U. S. varies between $3.30 and lof4 depending on the age of the film and the amount of rococo in the theatre. Whatever the price, those who pay may well feel the need of a chart...
Then came Herr Reinhardt's annual surprise, incorporated in a good old reliable Shakesperean comedy, A Midsummer Night's Dream. Accustomed theatregoers must have gasped when they saw the stage. He had audaciously scrapped the usual Greek setting. Costumed in rococo gowns of an early Italian period, the actors scampered over a circular, sloping stage, before a seemingly infinite column of stairs. Draperies hung in a background clustered with stars were melted by green and orange lights into an elfin heaven. Puck, anointing the wrong lovers with his impish love-dew, flew on and off from so many different levels...
...Headmaster Gallo. In his life, he has not had time to learn how to read music. But he knows it by heart, so he needs no score. An observer crowded into the hallway might see the pale little fellow's reflection in one of the tall rococo gilded mirrors that reach to the ceiling. His hair is not cut short like most boys'. His eyes are so brightly black one wonders at the Gallo family's assurance of his recovery from recent illness. He raps for attention quite oblivious of the incongruity of his command. Some...
...have to know anything about tennis to understand it. Even as a generality, the crux of a vague plot, you must recognize in that moment the nice opposition of tensions and sympathies that make any situation either rococo or sublime. Here is a great champion. For six years he has held sway over the whole world, and if he succeeds for the seventh year he will equal the legend left behind by the greatest champion* before him. More than that, he knows that the confidence of his countrymen rests in his prowess, for he opposes a man from another nation...
Especially does he so inquire if he is an artist--not the mental midget of pseudo-aesthetic tendencies, but the occasional person who wants to create rather than criticize, to build rather than to fresco other people's buildings with the rococo delineations of his embryonic criticism. He is mentally tired. He has learned that better writers, painters, musicians than he can ever be have not only preceded him, but have left their art for the catalogues of word epicures and the text books of higher criticism. The flames do or do not leap high in his fire place...