Word: tame
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Reagan, a show business artifact whose time has come round again through video tape and the minicam. Reagan kept his eyes on the lens and himself under control, and he appeared on the screen as just about the only public figure of the moment who could both understand and tame the crazy world...
...bitter, vengeful or condescending. She emerges from the diary as a slightly remote secular saint, bestowing high-minded affection on all comers. Yamamoto, a wide-eyed guard from Yokohama, was encouraged with his charcoal drawings. A pair of guards who arrived as "fire-breathers from Bataan" were soon rendered "tame and friendly" by the Crouter treatment. She was saddened when Tomibe came to Japanese class and lectured on harakiri. "He is living with the idea and may do it," she wrote. "Is he modern enough to break away, to learn from defeat what he could never learn from victory...
...saints, as they are not in other Lear and Haley shows, and the whites are generally either fire-breathing racists or pure-hearted liberals. There are also too many sentimental scenes that show the two young heroes frolicking in brotherly love on sunny fields. The results are so tame that not even a last-minute medical crisis can arouse any excitement...
...TOOK three hours to get to that change. Ah, Wilderness has a leisurely pace. We don't meet Richard's beloved (Marsha B. McCoy, in a charming cameo) until the final act. But though "Ah, Wilderness" dawdles, it doesn't drag. Skilfully plotted, the events--though tame--transpire quickly, with many rapid scene changes. The constant familial banter speeds up the action; Ah, Wilderness doesn't seem as long as it is. Indeed, Daniel Sherman even gets away with lengthening one scene, in a nice directorial touch. While the family at home worries aobut Richard's absence during his spree...
Compared with the downhill, with its extravagant relationship between gravity and a sort of exhibitionist will, speed skating seems tame to Americans, an exercise grindingly precise, an icy, athletic watchmaking. Only in recent weeks have Eric and Beth Heiden, the brother-and-sister speed skaters from Madison, Wis., begun to educate Americans about the beauties of their sport: the swoopingly powerful grace, the lean, economical rhythms of a skater swinging over very fast, gray-blue ice, bright, silver shavings leaping minutely in the sun with every snick of the skate blade. In Norway and The Netherlands, citadels of the sport...