Posily

The waiter posily slops a bit of wine into my glass, and I go through the cringe-making ritual of snorting into it and tasting a bit and saying fine, fine.

The men keep staring posily out at the audience like disaffected male models; the male-female partner work is jarringly manipulative; the recurrent emphasis on multiple turns, multiple jumps, balances on point, is mere flash.