Word: barf
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Even before the opening credits, Jessica (Bergen) has kicked hubby Phil Potter out of their New York apartment and begun to sing. She sings like a gelded Al Jolson. Potter, a writer, ("my stuff is in those airplane magazines right behind the barf bags") escapes to Cambridge. Potter is believable, if wimpy, when he sits in the shadows of his bachelor pad and listens to "The Way We Were." At his brother's urging, he joins a divorced-men's therapy group where one ex-husband plans to marry the same woman for the fourth time and another dreams...
...padded helmet encases my head, and four thick safety belts intersect in a bulbous metal codpiece. As my two-ton Chevy Silverado truck edges toward the starting line, all I can feel is the plastic barf bag stuffed in the pocket of my flame-resistant jumpsuit. Behind the wheel sits Walker Evans, 36, a general contractor from Riverside, Calif, who has won 14 of his past 17 off-road races. As the green flag rises, the final spectator salute of uplifted cups of Coors reminds me of a well-wisher's warning: "Walker won't stop...
...race will last five more hours. Only 31 of the 111 cars that started will finish, not including Evans' Chevy-a transmission seal blew. I'm certainly not a winner. Nevertheless I walk from Walker's smoking truck with a trophy: an empty barf...
Despite its ultimate failure, the play is not badly written, and an air of expectancy, abetted by expert performances, hovers over it. A girl (Regina Barf) and a boy (Kipp Osborne) out on their first date are lured to a musty mansion in a Boston suburb by a middle-aged man and wife (Eileen Heckart and Arthur Kennedy) who act as caretakers of the estate. There the girl is slyly coaxed into impersonating an invalid named Veronica in a dress of 1935 vintage...
Well I didn't barf last Saturday (I learned my lesson over the summer when, staying with friends in, of all places, a Baptist church, I lost my sneakers in full view of an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I did, however, have my sneakers (brand new) stolen while almost drowning in the soup off Newport Beach. What any of this has to do with anything else (especially what follows), I really...