Word: swanning
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Swan Lake (Columbia), the less remarkable of the two, is a photographed performance of the well-known ballet set to music by Composer Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky, as it is danced by the modern masters of the 19th century tradition, the corps de ballet of Moscow's Bolshoi Theater...
...lyric grace and sheer animal power; Nicolai Fadeyechev as the Prince and Vladimir Levashev as the Evil Spirit are virile, commanding performers. On the other hand, the ballet itself is simply an arrant Arcadian anachronism, and Tchaikovsky's music, except for a few eddies of glorious melody, fills Swan Lake with sugar water. But along with all its faults, the picture provides U.S. ballet-goers who missed the Bolshoi troupe during last year's tour with a useful opportunity to see the best company of classical dancers now at the barre...
...cracks." Just possibly, what Huxley was laughing at was the fact that, amid all the scented oils and raw vegetable lunches, no one thought of trying Huxley's own recipe for longevity set forth in his famed satirical novel, After Many a Summer Dies the Swan. The recipe: a steady diet of carp's intestines...
Take the candy trade. A janitress at a food store studied the tastes of sweet-toothed small fry, concluded that what they liked most were toy-shaped confections. She went home, out of sugared batter molded a swan with raisin eyes, baked it, and promptly sold it to a schoolboy for 2 rubles. Encouraged, she turned more and more batter into dough, spawned a swarm of home bakeries among women in the Moscow suburb of Stolbovaya. Was such initiative encouraged? Moskovskaya Pravda urged the bureaucrats of the "Red Front" candy factory to undercut these "unsanitary private confectioners" by mass-producing...
...feline temptress and Lena Home as the sophisticated lady with a past, Diahann is the ingenue of the trade-sweet but sexy, and eager to learn. When the soft blue lights came up on her last week, she tilted back the high-cheekboned, full-lipped face on the swan neck and gave out with a brassily exuberant Everything's Coming Up Roses. From that the voice could sink to a smoky purr in a slow Too Much in Love or take on a rasping burr in an upbeat All or Nothing at All. In a white fringed shawl Songstress...