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...Ladies' Underwear." At the meetings of the Vatican Council, Roberts is likely to be found at the coffee bar in St. Peter's denouncing as "ladies' underwear" the episcopal finery that the bishops have to put on while there. Quite predictably, he stands at the outer periphery of the church's policymakers. He is not a methodical reformer, a dynamic organizer, but a prober, a prelate who says aloud what others may think in silence, who raises critical but often embarrassing questions for debate. Like Socrates, he feels that it is sufficient for a thoughtful...
...important but not dominant. Williams can horselaugh as well as harrumph, and it's an absolute delight to watch the most perverse of playwrights tell a tale in which the nadir of naughtiness is attained by a man with a harmless though peculiar passion for ladies' underwear. Huston, what's more keeps Iguana scuttling along at a right smart rate, and as always he shrewdly challenges his actors with delegated creativity. They all respond. Kerr lends charm and finesse to a meaching masochist. As for Burton, he makes more sense in this movie than...
...fend off a villain singlehandedly, Ford appears bemused when he should be amusing. Douglas looks plain uncomfortable, and well he might. He gets caught under collapsing tents, heads a sandy downhill charge sitting on skis made from barrel staves, finally leads his men-all wearing nothing but droopy long underwear-in a rampageous free-for-all with renegades who are trying to highjack a shipment of Union gold. Bringing the Civil War era to life in Mack Sennett style calls for a tricky blend of taste and ingenuity that few have tried since Buster Keaton's The General...
...love will stick." He lives with his parents in a London suburb, and agrees to go to work as a shoe salesman in the big London store where his father is a department manager. His parents provide him with a bowler, a pinstripe, suit that conceals his bowlegs, nylon underwear that crackles when he walks, and a small "pied a terre" (or, foot in the grave) in Kensington. He learns the sales spiel handily enough ("A beautiful shoe, madam, seamless uppers, a discreet buckle and a soft dimple toe, and for a foot like yours with so little adhesion between...
...What Underwear!" Communists even show a certain pride in genteel Chekhovian shabbiness. Restaurant tablecloths are almost always slightly soiled, but clean oilcloth is distinctly nekulturny. Hotel maids may forget to remove dead cockroaches, but they never fail to dust the chandelier and the grand piano. Only at the ballet does the Russian's old love of flashing hues and sumptuous textures seem to come into its own. Even women's underwear at lingerie counters is coarse and drab, prompting a visiting French Communist's classic comment: "What under wear! Yet what a birth rate...