Word: razzmatazz
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...standards, deserved the top Nielsen rating for naughtiness. Barbara Harris, star of The Apple Tree, sparkled as the scullery maid-turned-balloon-breasted vamp. Co-Hosts Mary Martin and Robert Preston harmonized about marital disharmony in a scene from I Do! I Do!; pint-sized Norman Wisdom sang the razzmatazz title song from Walking Happy. It was Broadway at its belt-'em-out best, a show with pace, style, wit, suspense, and the kind of well-practiced polish that makes all the slapdash TV spectaculars look tawdry by comparison...
...waning of Dos Passos' reputation-have been dismissed as fashionable quirks of the experimental '30s, like that of e e cummings' renunciation of the capital letter or Dos Passes' own abhorrence of the hyphen. It can now be seen that they were more than razzmatazz...
...bomb's debut was about as razzmatazz as a church-sponsored striptease. Its size and megatonnage were not announced, and technicians carefully covered all revealing parts with masking tape. What Spanish officials and 80 newsmen got to see on the Petrel's fantail-from 100 ft. away -was a slightly dented, porpoise-shaped, silver-colored tube about 10 ft. long. Just the way it looked in Thunderball...
...books began coming out after the war and rationing and all that, and they had all this selectivity of detail of eating and drinking. It was marvelous journalism. But Ian told me it was nothing but padding. You know, vodka must be shaken and not stirred, that kind of razzmatazz. But he did write with a bit of size." The only thing the Fleming books lacked, in Connery's view, was a sense of humor. "I discussed it with Ian, and he thought there was humor in them. But Terence Young and I did not. So we injected some...
...Manhattan wears the vulgar razzmatazz of Christmas like a frock coat--underneath she is the same old town you'd see the other 11 months, carrying out, as ever, her inevitable business. Explore her infinity on your own, put your own ear to her breast, then hear her internal rumblings. You must slow yourself down, not rush through on Gray-Line sightseeing tours, inundated by some puerile spiel. "Man," wrote Jon Hendricks in a jazz poem to Manhattan, "if you can't make it in N.Y. City you can't make it nowhere .... I wrote the shortest jazz poem...