Word: cherubic
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...funeral directors are expected to be lank, lugubrious, waxen creatures like their customers, Mickey Milam, a smiling cherub of a man, provides the perfect antistereotype. In the Chapel of the Chimes, flanked by potted palms and backed by taped music, Mickey delivers his stand-up speech on the history, evolution, and utter necessity of the funeral home professional. Who else knows just how to suture the lips shut? Who else knows just where to make the incision so "you're gonna get your best drainage...
...picnic takes place on St. Valentine's Day. The girls exchange flowery, cherub-studded cards in the morning, vow undying love, and set out in their carriage. The mixture of the everyday and the bizarre, so essential to any good horror movie, is achieved perfectly, as the scariest sequences are shot in that stark, glaring Australian daylight. The complicity of the primal landscape with the repressed spirituality and sexuality of the girls always present but never overdone...
...their record they listed not only the continuing deaths and the circumstances surrounding each one but also various incidents of what appeared to be extreme maltreatment of old people. To their horror, the nurses gradually realized that the common element in all these episodes appeared to be their cherub-faced Sister Godfrida...
...tuned up and ready to blow, the National Symphony Orchestra of Washington waited on the stage of the austere concert hall at the John F. Kennedy Center. A cheerful cherub of a man walked swiftly to the podium and smiled at the audience. His face was a pale Russian winter's landscape, his blue eyes shone mischievously. He turned toward his colleagues and, with a sturdy slash of his baton, launched into a high-speed, raucous overture that seemed to roil the Potomac. It was strictly show-biz razzmatazz, a pastiche stitched together by Leonard Bernstein from his 1976 musical...
...small. The number of people who had heard of Rubens' work when he was alive would probably not make up a week's attendance at the Metropolitan Museum. But they were the people who owned and ran Europe. Few of Rubens' paintings, except the altarpieces-the cherub-borne Madonnas rising into the infinite blue gauze of heaven, the squirming cascades of rosy, tormented flesh in hell, the marmoreal dead Christs and grandly virile Apostles-were meant to be seen by a plebeian eye. They hung on palace walls, firmly reminding the autocrats of Catholic Europe-Habsburg...