Word: sordidly
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...into a giant indie art-house theater, and regular American channel surfers by the millions became its denizens. The story of a teen girl's death--and the pie-eating, deadpan-soliloquy-spouting FBI agent investigating it--carried on the theme from Lynch movies like Blue Velvet of sordid secrets and ancient horrors hidden behind a façade of wholesome Americana, proving that TV could equal or surpass film in its storytelling ambitions. Twin Peaks may have had the shelf life of a freshly poured cup of coffee, but it was damn fine nonetheless...
...Angeles presented its own unique challenges. The city was plagued by gang violence, simmering racial tensions and a sordid history of police misconduct. The department was, and still is, under federal supervision to mind its civil rights Ps and Qs as part of a 2001 consent decree following the scandal involving an LAPD anti-gang unit in the Rampart division, whose cops committed acts of corruption and brutality...
...know." His words weren't enough to dent the outrage of Muslims who wondered why he failed to apologize. A day later Bush finally said he was sorry, but America's image in much of the Arab world may well be irredeemable. U.S. officials tried to portray the sordid scenes as the isolated acts of a few low-ranking soldiers who were violating U.S. policy. The military, they pointed out, has already rooted out the offenders and is disciplining them. "Please don't for a moment think that's the entire U.S. military, because it's not," said Brigadier General...
...overused phrase, but Norman Lear's soap-opera satire, which debuted in 1976, would work on HBO today. Louise Lasser is the eponymous housewife, anesthetized by TV and horrified by the "waxy yellow buildup" on her kitchen floor. The show immerses you in a surreal, quaint-but-sordid small-town setting that makes Desperate Housewives look like Leave It to Beaver...
...isn’t afraid to offend: it’s clear from the beginning that she has a mouth dirtier than Mexican water and an attitude to boot. She’s a living, breathing, rehab-hopping, cussing train wreck who lays it all out there for us, sordid and unashamed. In “Me and Mr. Jones,” a cute bluesy ditty with a horn section and back up singers, Winehouse off-handedly sings, “What kind of fuckery is this? / Nowadays you don’t mean dick...