Word: spiritless
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...count after approximately two minutes and 35 seconds of the first act. As the curtain goes up on Sean Kenny's somber hewn-wood set, a dozen or so boys are released from their kennel-like pen. They slink up to their empty gruel bowls like wan, spiritless animals. For a long instant, a pang of pathos hangs upon the air. Then the game little troupers raise their obviously steak-fed voices and wham a sappy-happy song, Food, Glorious Food, right up into the dingy rafters...
...behalf of the bourbon drinkers of America I protest. Is this spiritless, chalky liquid more worthy of the presidential accolade than my beloved bourbon-or wine, or beer, or even sake...
...poet named Erwin Trowbridge, who has an infallible talent for doping out horse-race winners. As the Poet Trowbridge, George Gobel should have been a natural. Instead, the only thing that stands up in his performance is his crewcut. He is so meek, mild, and mousy as to seem spiritless. Composer Jay Livingston and Lyricist Ray Evans have concocted some tender little lullabies for him to croon, but Gobel's singing voice scarcely carries the length of a baby's crib. Gobel is a comic miniaturist, and a Broadway stage is too wide-screen for his TV-styled...
Strolling down 48th Street in Manhattan one afternoon last week, a visiting Frenchwoman felt a light tap on her arm. "Lady," said a frowzy, spiritless panhandler, "c'n ya lemmee have a quarter to buy my little boy some milk?" As the woman reached into her purse, the city's street sounds suddenly receded, and she heard the blare of a rock-'n'-roll tune. She glanced around, at length found the source of the music: the panhandler was carrying a small transistor radio. The Frenchwoman snapped shut her purse and marched...
Oddly enough, Frenchmen are supposed to be very emotional and quick to display their feelings; you certainly wouldn't say so from The Grand Maneuver. The acting was quite stolid and spiritless. M. Philippe, alternately confident and cowed, displayed a rather narrow range of emotions, and I wished at times that he would explode in anger or dissolve in passion, instead of just standing still and raising his eyebrows. Michele Morgan, the disillusioned milliner, was also rather static; it seemed that the director had instructed her to play a long-suffering, cynical woman, and that's about...