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...Angelika Kirchschlager is not your usual opera star. An unruly mop of ringlets frames her impish features. Her soft voice breaks into a surprisingly boisterous laugh. She radiates an easy warmth, sports a leather jacket, chews gum and likes her cigarettes and wine - though they don't seem to cloud the celestial clarity of her voice. If Kirchschlager is the anti-diva, that makes her the perfect choice to star in Sophie's Choice, the new opera based on William Styron's best-selling 1979 novel. Because Sophie's Choice, which opened earlier this month at the Royal Opera House...
...Angelika Fretzen, head TF of Chemistry 10: "Foundations of Chemstry," says Gregory L. Verdine, professor of chemistry and instructor of the course, actually approached her and mentioned the opportunity...
...hard to imagine Adolf Hitler as a sex symbol. Yet during the '30s, he set many a Madchen's heart aflutter. Unfortunately for them, the Fuhrer was already smitten by a saucy teenager named Angelika Raubal, daughter of his half-sister. Hansen's fictional tour de force sticks to the historical record, but what may or may not have been said or done in private is of necessity impure fiction--dramatizations of Hitler as a sexually disabled masochist are graphic and over the top. Still, this is a painless way to learn a little history and enjoy such priceless dialogue...
...reactions are sacred or scared. Justin Renfroe, 27, an Atlanta exterminator, shrugs and says, "I guess I didn't get it." He will advise friends to "wait for the video." After a midnight show at the Angelika, the indie showplace in lower Manhattan where Blair Witch had its theatrical premiere on July 14, a vocal minority is shouting, like a high school football cheer, a chorus of "Bulllllsh__!" But a few persist in believing, even after the final cast and credit roll, that this clever fiction is for real--a documentary that ends in death. "You mean...
Near the end of the market's five-day run, the lobby of the Angelika Film Center was still aswarm with writer-producer-directors passing out handbills, waving placards, showing trailers on handheld DVD players, almost literally collaring people to see their films. It was marketing as hand-to-hand combat, an uneasily direct communion between filmmaker and potential audience member. The pitches: a blaxploitation parody starring a white guy! An ex-cop grandma wages war on her grandson's kidnappers! A lost relic with aphrodisiacal powers--Jesus' foreskin--turns up in Manhattan! "Pringles financed my movie," a commercial actor...