Word: souring
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...should have tried--at the very least--to show how Faustus is gradually cut off from the other world--the world of his friends, of his servants and of God. But this other world fades away, and we are left with Richard Burton in the midst of hellions and sour pleasures. McWhorter and Burton should have set this off by showing more of the happy, normal life that presumably surrounds Faustus's internal nightmare...
...always manages to look sultry, alluring, and so conscious of her beauty that she almost makes you believe it's really there. She drags Faustus into hell, showing her true colors at last: bright red lips, those two even rows of pearly teeth, and skin the color of a sour green apple...
Public outcry is as uncommon in Russia as borsch without sour cream, but something very much like it has been triggered by last month's sentencing of four young intellectuals to terms in labor camps. Soviet writers, scientists and university teachers, who once quaked in fear of the Kremlin's displeasure, have drawn up petitions, loudly condemned the sentences and fired off a spate of letters not only to Russia's newspapers but to the Soviet Supreme Court, the Politburo and several other government agencies. In an unusually bold campaign, they have accused the Russian press...
Sandy Dennis, with her wiggly mouth and widdershins acting style, might as well have a curl in the middle of her forehead. Because when she is bad, she is horrid. In one of her two most recent roles, she is excellent, though the movie goes sour anyway. In the other, it is hard to tell which is more ludicrous-Sandy or the film...
...purely Vietnamese place, the My Canh, a floating restaurant tied up on the Saigon riverfront. It made news last year when a VC satchel charge ripped it and several patrons apart. As much as I enjoyed eating there, there was an indecent feeling about consuming sweet and sour pork, Carling's Black Label and fruit and nuts while listening to artillery across the river and watching the illumination flares slowly parachute down onto the countryside. It was like watching Twelfth Street riot fires from the roof of the Detroit Free Press last summer...