Word: critically
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...could not be bought and grateful for my advice, Costello once asked me to lunch: "I know I can't offer you any money, but I had an idea. I wuz readin' in Winchell's column the other day where your brudder was made dramatic critic of the Hollywood Reporter. Now here is my idea. I'm connected with a hotel in Las Vegas. We got a room there where we got entertainment. How would it be if I made your brudder dramatic critic of the hotel...
...maintaining a sharp crease in his pants and a permanent wave in his upper lip, handsome Actor Sanders has caused spasms of resentment and loathing among the viewers of some 70 movies (in his most notable villain's role, he won an Oscar as the caddish critic in All About Eve). The antipathy he evokes with his frigorific stare is all the more violent because he is an upper-class rotter, and the only actor since Erich von Stroheim and Charles Coburn who can wear a monocle without looking as if he is going to drop...
...natives seemed lost at only one point-in the more advanced sections of Mann's The Evolution of Jazz, which traces jazz development from the hottest New Orleans to the coolest of the cool. The Africans decidedly did not dig modern jazz. Recalls one critic: "It was almost like watching a class that had mastered the trick of counting in cowrie shells being whisked by rapid stages through the intricacies of higher mathematics to Einstein's theory of relativity...
More Than a Pulitzer. Mad scientists, Critic Amis notes, are no longer well regarded. In fact, scientists are often credited with possessing most of mankind's available sanity. (Many S.F. authors and readers have had technical training, and the literature contains more than a hint of mutual admiration.) Except when plots involve genetics, sex is treated with spinsterly distaste; the earthier urges, concludes Amis, are best ignored...
...book begins safely enough. The narrator, who can be described redundantly as a discontented newspaperman, hates his job. In the process the author (movie critic for London's Sunday Express) pokes some sharp fun at British journalism. But the tip-off that Novelist Monsey finds the world more sickening than funny comes soon: the narrator mentions that his cast-off wife, a stripteaser whose breasts point nor'-nor'east and nor'-nor'west, respectively, achieved her directional distinction through cosmetic surgery. What follows is no more pleasant than a surgeon's knife...