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...tall one, so I turned to basketball. But I was also a skinny one. I hit the ceiling-both literally and figuratively-in my sophomore year of high school. On the high school basketball team, I had become next in a long line of blond, gangly white centers. Only weight training wasn't helping me much. The other guys, mostly from the School of Hard Knocks, got bigger. Much bigger...
...identities. But the Coen movie, with Billy Bob Thornton and Frances McDormand locked in a jealous adagio, is twistily faithful to the noir formula. The Lynch, which sails through its first 90 minutes as a ripping yarn about a mystery woman (brunet Laura Harring) and the would-be starlet (blond Naomi Watts) who gets involved with her, goes defiantly, inexplicably weird in its final third. And jolly smart...
...ceiling are seven headless, footless, handless dolls of varying shapes of female perfection. They sway back and forth, hypnotizing me - until I notice that seated behind me are five of their silicone sisters. Startled, I turn to look them in the eyes. Maureen Kelly, a 40-ish California blond with a rock 'n' roll outlook and a cat tattoo on her ankle, laughs at my discomfort. She does makeup and dresses the dolls. "See that one?" she says, pointing to a fairly haggard-looking specimen. "She did the Realdoll movie with porn star Ron Jeremy." Jeremy, built like a hairy...
...recent Friday night, a glassy-eyed senior citizen treats the club to a warb-ling, sick-dog rendition of John Lennon's Imagine. Beside him a young blond girl wearing a ruffly white dress she might have worn to her prom smiles happily, her hands poised, ready to clap when her elderly companion finishes his song. At another table a man dressed in a white V-neck sweater and cream-colored golf pants is flanked by two big-boned Nordic women. In halting English, he regales them with tales of how much his hotel accommodations cost on a recent trip...
...young women waiting to be selected by customers perch on couches. Nearly all of them are blond, their average age perhaps 22. They sit upright, jumbled together like a doll collection. Careful not to disturb makeup and hair, they move with exaggerated stiffness but their eyes flit eagerly when a new prospect enters the club. Soon, each of the young women is sitting next to a total stranger. They hand out their business cards. They know about Lucie, but that's history. Last week, two girls at Greengrass were sacked because they didn't meet their dohan quotas...