Word: pouts
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...right into another baby’s face. The babies all spat at each other and then turned, and thumping loudly on the board, they implicated the audience in their argument, spitting at the crowd which stood ten feet away. This spit sequence was followed by a painfully loud pout session in which six babies gradually turned whimpers into sobs, and then into wails. The noise music score by Mark A. VanMiddlesworth ’10, who is also a Crimson Arts editor, was especially effective here. It provided a melancholy contrast to the intense action...
What's different--and better--is Allen. Her range is a tiny thing, but she dispenses with the guv'nors and blimeys and sings with a pout, as if she were caught in the middle of a mildly disappointing day--though no worse than what she expected when she got up. Her voice rarely rises above the conversational and never sounds labored; nothing she sings feels like a statement, which is why you're surprised when the lyrics add up to something smart. "The Fear," already a hit in Britain, is a hummable single about vapid consumerism ("I want...
...which works well with album closer—and AC/DC cover—“It’s a Long Way to the Top.” Of course, the cover is bluesified, and the result is a chill yet upbeat tune worthy of a good pout of the lips and a bob of the head. Whether these last few songs are also autobiographical or not is debatable, but there is no doubt they’re a delightful listen. “Little Honey” is a wonderful addition to Lucinda Williams’ discography. After...
...this flash of wit is just another tease. Natasha is soon killed in an alley by unseen flying beasts. Too bad, since Kurylenko is the one watchable woman in Max Payne, and Mila Kunis, the ostensible tough-girl lead, is not up to the task. She has only a pout where her sexual swagger should be, and she doesn't meet the action-movie rule that a mysterious villainess-heroine should be at least as tall as a runway model (which Kurylenko...
Narcissus’s eyes were blank, but his limbs glistened and his rosebud lips were carved in a perfect pout...