Word: sweets
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...movie's rooms, historical characters driven by private obsessions. By insisting that the audience share the weight of the traditions that pressed down upon the actual people, by forcing attention on the nuances of manners and speech of England in the 1920s, and by simply taking their own sweet time about telling their tale, the film makers throw into high relief the powerfully contrasting passions of the characters...
...fine album, stuffed with rambunctious guitar licks and some of Jagger's best vocal work in recent memory. One cut, "Worried About You," is a legitimate hit, even by Rolling Stones standards, and along with several other songs, it provides a powerful reminder of how pure and how sweet the simplicity of real rock and roll can be. Yet there is certainly little innovation on this record, and over that the skeptics will gloat. Once again the faithful will search desperately, as they have for much of the past decade, for an explanation: why do I get excited about...
...monstrously huge that no one will ever forget their names, but, by the same token, so monstrously huge that they will never come close to matching it. It's a career built on the past, and thus that much safer for the audience; no surprises here. Orlando sings Sweet Gypsy Rose and Mack the Knife, says a few kind words about Tom Jones--an over-the-hill Wayne Newton, but an upscale Engelbert Humperdinck--and then talks about his inspiration. Two men have inspired him, Orlando says, two men whose lives laid out the path that would take him past...
Ancients described the tiny, sweet-singing nightingale as Vox et praeterea nihil (voice and nothing else). For more than half a century that is how it has been, too, with Hector Hugh Munro, the marvelous miniaturist who wrote under the name of Saki. His voices, silly and silky and sometimes tinged with savagery, were familiar and extravagantly praised. One belonged to a popinjay character called Reginald, who discoursed in a series of semiprecious mots: "I hate posterity. It's so fond of having the last word." Another was Clovis Sangrail, a young man much given to the kind...
...that insults have disappeared entirely from modern discourse, but they have been reduced to the most elementary forms of abuse, and to the least poetic occasions. Once in a while one feels the sweet spray of curses in a traffic jam or at a ball game, for example, and is momentarily uplifted, but it is mere rudeness, and rudimentary. Fortunately, we still have the old movies to turn...