Word: scowlingly
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There is nothing innocent about Melvin Laird. The sleek, expensive wardrobe, the thin cigar, the grim scowl when offering some dire pronouncement, the somehow roguish smile when lighthearted, make him easy to caricature, easy to suspect of ulterior motives. As a Congressman, he could be sly in good causes and in partisan ones. When he overthrew Charles Halleck as House minority leader, he managed to create the impression that he and Gerald Ford had split the rebel forces. Actually, they were united, and the putative split was a ploy. Once, just after Minority Leader Ford and his eminence grise. Laird...
...Live and Let Die. Ultimately, The Lost Alan is notable less for what it does than for what its star does not do. After Guess Who's Coming to Dinner, many black critics found Sidney Poitier in the fink of condition. Now, outfitted with shades and a scowl, tersely barking orders for social upheaval, Poitier may still be playing Superman, but it is a black fantasy this time, not a white...
...nursery-school toddler operates largely by means of expression and gesture; talk occupies only a minimal place in his limited culture. If, for example, a four-year-old thinks his favorite toy is about to be snatched away by another child, he probably will tense his lips and scowl, thrust out his chin and then raise his hand, as if to strike the offender with an open palm. In the ethological jargon of the Birmingham investigators, the child is in a "defensive beating posture." The more forward he holds his hand, however, the more likely he is to deliver...
...although no one can ever quite overcome the lethargy of the non-musical scenes. David Dunton's sharp and funny portrayal of the devil, Applegate, bristles with cunning and sleek nastiness. While Don Meader's version of Joe Hardy, super baseball star, is essentially unappealing (why does he always scowl?), his singing voice has extraordinary power and expression...
...more or less the responsibility of Producer-Director Michael Winner, who has made a lot of second-rate movies in his time (Girl-Getters, The Jokers, I'll Never Forget What's 'Isname) but none so consummately awful as this. He allows Reed to sway and scowl across the screen like an English Jack Palance, while Michael J. Pollard, as the benighted guerrilla chief, quickly exhausts his repertoire of puckish expressions. Since he attracted attention in Bonnie and Clyde, Pollard has turned into a mumbling buffoon whose limited talents are perfectly in harmony with the selfconscious, self...