Word: slenderly
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...hazy desert morning near Las Vegas, growling high-performance engines warn of unseen jet fighters. Images of war darken the imagination. Moments later four slender U.S. Air Force F-16 fighter-bombers are framed against a hot blue sky. From a distance they are lethal mosquitoes: stiletto nose, ! bulging belly, tightly angled wings. Passing over their target area, the fighters roll out into a curved line, vanishing behind a range of mountains. They are preparing to drop bombs on American soil, but groundlings needn't worry. The object is to dominate a point spread, not an enemy...
Shakespeare's play is ultimately a comedy, and the cast clearly presents it as such. Harvard sophomore Lucian Wu, as the foppish Frenchman, Dr. Caius, and Frank Timmerman, as the effeminate Slender, bring much-needed comic relief to the bathetic love scenes between Page's daughter Anne (Joanne Lessner) and Fenton (Kenneth Goodwin). Slender and Caius, vain suitors for Anne's heart, hide in the foliage when the two lovers arrive on the scene. Timmeran with his engaging bug-eyed innocence lisps his way through his performance, while Wu resorts to more sword-flinging bravura...
...Frank Timmerman, who plays the role of Slender, says, "Gearing myself up to perform in a dining hall situation and getting used to the acoustics was difficult...
...partner were an odd match: Rice tall, affable, gregarious; Lloyd Webber slender, introspective, subdued. Rice's lyrics were hard-edged and cynical; Lloyd Webber's music lush and tuneful ("Tim can never write 'I love you,' " says Lloyd Webber. "It's always 'I love you, but . . .' "). Their first show, The Likes of Us, about a Victorian philanthropist named Dr. Bernardo, was never commercially produced; "square and dated," explained Rice. For their next try they took some really dated material: the Old Testament...
...once I entered the theater, I forgot all this. Ticket clenched in my hand as I poked it out at the usher, I felt the once-familiar tremor of seeing a show. Beneath the domed murals of the main hall, people sipped champagne from slender glasses, and children were seen--not heard. Grandmothers' wrinkled hands locked with their grandchildren's small, pink fingers. Inside the theater was the matinee atmosphere I associated with The Nutcracker. Adults called across seats to one another, and children skipped up and down the aisles in a rush of anticipation...