Word: unbuttoning
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...becomes howlingly funny when the first auditioner (Martin Balsam) appears. Anxious for the part but puzzled by its demands, the actor agrees to become fatter or thinner, remove his toupee, shave his chest-anything. As the real test of his abilities becomes clear to him, he begins to unbutton his shorts with a what-the-hell bravado. But life's little irony is that the playwright has fled, being the sort of man who cannot bear a dirty joke, let alone cast a nude male...
...nips in at the waist, flares out slightly at the side with twin vents in the back. Padding squares off the shoulders. There are four buttons on the sleeve, and - a vestige from days when gentlemen rolled back their cuffs to duel or simply wash their hands - the buttons unbutton. The look of a custom-made Savile Row suit is unmistakable. So is its durability, mainly because of thousands of hand-stitched seams in the canvas foundations. For all its vaunted prestige, the suit's greatest virtue may actually be its price: even with a 21% import duty...
...particular sexual ethic but rather individual decision and individual responsibility. In the spring quarter we will initiate campaigns to make women's social regulations voluntary and to allow undergraduate women to live off-campus. The fastest-selling buttons at Stanford have been "If it moves, fondle it," "Unbutton," and "Make love...
...Zygmunt Malanowicz) is the classic student--dishevelled, poor and ambitious. "I know," his lover muses, "you sleep six in a room and you have to take her to the park where it's so cold you can't even unbutton her blouse." But there is really little difference between the young Pole and his older nemesis. "You're just like him," the woman tells the youth, "only half his age, weaker, and more stupid." And still she makes love to the boy. It is here-in the film's negativistic conclusion--that Polanski shows' his true affinities. His style...
...judge of my horror when I saw the President unbutton his clothes and heard him say, 'We had better strip, so as not to wet our things in the Creek.' Then I, too, for the honor of France, removed my apparel, everything except my lavender kid gloves. The President cast an inquiring look at these as if they, too, must come off, but I quickly forestalled any remark by saying, 'With your permission, Mr. President, I will keep these on; otherwise it would be embarrassing if we should meet ladies.' And so we jumped into...