stiffs huddled at the Dolby Theatre were there to make statements, which was reflected not only in their insufferable speeches but also in their middling movies, very few of which are likely to mosey on up to the eternal pantheon of film and move in next door to Casablanca or Ghostbusters.
Keep an eye out for chases, which include a tuxedoed
Bond from Dr No which is only available at Toys R Us.
You can have your tuxedoed
stewards and your piano lounges in the old 747 upper deck.
Nearly 400 tuxedoed
and begowned CPAs, their guests, and 20 corporate sponsors generously helped us raise more than $220,000 for our Career Opportunities in the Accounting Profession and scholarship programs that night--programs that provide educational opportunities, financial aid and career guidance to the next generation of CPAs.
You know, the one where the unarmed, tuxedoed
groom stands amid his bride and her attendants, all smiling and toting rifles.
Sometimes he's accompanied by tuxedoed
waiters or a chef in a white toque who, one imagines, probably weren't aware that their images were going to appear near drawings of trollish men balancing food on their erect penises or grisly visions of death and desiccation.
Its front cover, showing a tuxedoed
Hitchcock at the dinner table before a plump roasted chicken, a knife firmly wedged into the meat, instantly establishes the intersection of food, death, celebrity, taste and gallows humour at the heart of both Hitchcock's work and Olsson's book.
After first chalking this number in place on the blackboard, the tuxedoed
thaumaturge at once fills in the rest of the equation as follows:
There's a touching undertow, in particular, to an extended setpiece in which Alfie is reunited with a tuxedoed
gang of his former school chums, led by Jeremy Irvine in a sneering cameo.
One of the strangest moments in my life was sitting in a room full of tuxedoed
gentlemen and gowned ladies, while I was in a suit complete with black tights and red woodpecker headdress.
auctioneer drove it on to a dimmed stage demonstrating its gadgets, including bullet shield, tyre slashers, oil slick ejector and Browning machine guns, before it went under the hammer.
Prose was inspired to write Lovers by the well-known photograph by George Brassai, "Lesbian Couple at Le Monocle 1932," of a butchfemme couple in a Paris cafe--particularly when she found out that the tuxedoed
woman in the picture, Violette Morris, was a promising young French athlete who later became a Nazi collaborator.