But the cloying
narration and the inclusion of Fonda are just warnings for that moment, 70 minutes in, when this comic chemical train goes completely off the rails.
Glittery, synthetic looking icing with a cloying
taste and badly executed snowflake design, gave way to a moist, fruit packed cake but with no discernible taste of alcohol.
As each track attempts to enfold the ears in thick and cloying
layers of strings and schmaltzy orchestration, you feel yourself drowning in something with little emotional depth or musical consequence.
Most blend the best traits of floral-scented trumpet lilies and the spicier (but sometimes cloying
) Oriental lilies; the other pictured hybrid ('Triumphator') has Easter and Oriental lilies for parents.
One of our male testers said: "I find it a bit sweet and cloying
", another said "it smells nice".
Cash has delivered in 2006 a sometimes dark, often chilling, never cloying
, and always poignant album in Black Cadillac.
More importantly I absolutely hate old perfumes, especially those cloying
ones that make you want to gag the minute you sit next to someone wearing them.
Both are sweetened with Splenda but don't have the cloying
, sweet aftertaste of Weight Watchers.
Clinton and Lieberman have proven that they can speak that cloying
language, and as 2008 approaches they'll speak it more loudly than ever.
Add to this impression a folksy, hand-crafted look, and what might have been enviable charm begins to congeal--despite its attendant bells and whistles--into a cloying
While overly earnest in places, the film is neither cloying
nor excessively sentimental.
Novelist and playwright, Anthony Hope (of Prisoner of Zenda fame) was quite alone at the December 1904 premiere in reactively longing to invoke a little slaughter of the innocents, commenting with a shudder after sitting through three hours of fairies, baby-talk and cloying
make-believe, "Oh, for an hour of Herod."
Hartley's account of his romance with an American photographer can get a bit cloying
, and his repeated digressions into the life of Peter Davey, while brilliantly reported, lack the compelling drive of the author's own experiences; Davey simply isn't that interesting.
Charming and clever, never cloying
, longtime fans and first time listeners will enjoy the ambiance and characters of this mystery.
And in the end, he dispenses with much of the romance of drinking, dives deeply into the temptation-filled grind of staying sober and the inevitability of "sound[ing] like a cloying
self-help book," wisdom gained from learning that not dying from alcohol poisoning is the best revenge.