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...petted, is a perfect edge against Nicholson's nasal, sparwling diction and Beatty's bland tones (though she's mostly allowed to say things like. "You're so je ne sais quoi, I could just eat you!"). She has a great face, amazingly variable: she looks like the cherub on the Gerber Food labels. When she rages about boredom and neglect she might be indicting more than her costars. If Nichols had given her more to do she might have saved...
Taken coldly, Hicks is not a great painter, not even a very good one. His lions were tabby cats. He could never manage to get that "little child who shall lead them" to get her feet on the ground-she floats like a misplaced cherub from some Italian fresco. But there remains an imperturbable innocence, a kind of faith in a land that never was and can never be, that disarms all criticism and inspires a belief in the unbelievable. · RobertHughes
...them on the disbandment of HUAC, or the latest dealings of OPEC. Magazines for women have articles on breast cancer, child care, or "when to blow the whistle on the boss." In fact, one magazine this month has everyone of those articles. It even has the requisite beaming cherub on the cover, Yet there's a twist; this grinning infant is perched on an IBM Selectric typewriter. The magazine in question...
...humor becomes heavy-handed. For instance, he bungles the famous, pathetic scene in which the monster, hugging the little girl who accepted him as a friend, innocently crushes her to death. In this version the adorable child and the monster are throwing petals into a well; the cherub looks up too sweetly and asks, "What sall we twow in next?" Thud. Obvious lines fed from one character to another abound, and Brooks often repeats his favorite gags, good or bad, with little regard for the audience's tolerance. You can see a joke coming from around the bend...
...stall. The wooden sign now hung over the doorway. A few leftover baked goods lay on glass counter tops, and the huge photo portrait of Baby Watson, the mystical money-maker, still stared out over the deserted stall, a strange combination of Guru Maharaji and the Gerber Baby Food cherub, the latest formula for the alchemist's gold of advertising...