Word: scowled
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...eyes, read her lines, sell a song, tap her toes just like a real live girl; but because she is all calculating show biz and no childlike naiveté, she impresses as a red-headed homuncula. Her elders don't fare much better. Albert Finney, who manages a scowl that comes out a secret smile, has the right moves but not the forbidding magnetism of the world's richest capitalist. Ann Reinking, a terrifically sensuous dancer, has little opportunity to display her talents as Warbucks' secretary. Only Carol Burnett shines, as the shabby dipso Hannigan. Navigating...
MATTHAU AND CLAYBURGH try to sneak through this barrelling plot, hoping that if they just read their lines, no one will notice that they are even in the movie. As usual, Matthau lets his flabby-cheeked scowl and floppy jackets substitute for any real characterization. He makes it clear that Snow has a messy desk, a messy marriage and a mess manner--and he lets it go at that...
...three years during elementary school: "He was a beautiful-looking little boy, a wonderful athlete, really a leader. He was the best basketball player on the team." No wonder the fa ther of such a child, told years later that his son was being held as an assassin, would scowl in disbelief...
...press our noses against the window glass. What unimaginable delight made the pretty lady swirl and smile as the photographer snapped her picture? What season of debauchery brought the sulky thrust to this beauty's lower lip? At what groveling serf does the fine young lord in the Ferrari scowl with such contempt? Nothing; none; at no one; these glossy apparitions are as hollow as soap bubbles. The photographer has frozen moments that never were ? yet they tease us because their reality is beyond question, while our own stored moments, caught in snapshots and thrown into a drawer...
...armored personnel carriers and, to our horror, a bus. Again came the whisper: "Mujahidin. "After a Soviet guard waved us through one checkpoint, my relieved traveling companion grinned and gave the soldier a little farewell wave in return. This upset one of the Afghans, who fixed Marshall with a scowl-evidently taking him for a Soviet sympathizer-and ran his finger across his throat. Then, just as Marshall was wondering whether his throat was about to be slit, the Afghan, reassured by his friends, gave the correspondent a broad smile and a bunch of grapes...