Word: shapelessly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Some of the poems here are not clear. John Ashbury's Chinatown, for instance, is filled with small startling things--"when the firebug grated a lemon"--which only jounce; taken as a whole, the poem is dreamy and shapeless...
...major difficulty with Memorial Hall is that it is so poorly equipped and illumnied and so shapeless that it is unsuitable for modern use. Its heating and lighting are outmoded so that the structure can't be used advantageously for any function," Bogner explained...
...Critic is a somewhat shapeless play, made up of two parts. The first, little more than a series of character sketches, is laid in the home of one Dangle, portrayed ably but with a faintly incongruous accent by James Matisoff. Here, in addition to Puff, another aspiring author named Fret, played by Marc Brugnoni, and a gentleman-about-town called Sneer, portrayed by Robert Jordan, needle each other with polished skill. But Thomas Teal, as a horse-faced and impassive servant, all but steals the scene as the helps his master ceremoniously slip on a corset...
...comic part of a social worker, deserves special mention for his performance of a role which is somewhat too long. And the director, John Stin, earns much credit for his intelligent use of George Jenkin's complex sets, even if he, together with the playwright, is responsible for the shapeless aspects of the early parts of the play...
...Wehrmacht regulars who have long since sent their consciences on permanent leave. Steiner tangles with one of them, his Führer-minded C.O., and exposes him for the cowardly lump of jelly he is. In the meantime even the old soldiers die. Dorn and Kern are blasted to shapeless pulp by artillery shells. Schnurrbart is mistakenly murdered by a homosexual German officer settling a private score. It is a quiet day on the eastern front when a stray Russian shell catches Steiner. "Why are you bawling?" he asks the only old platoon member left to mourn...