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Dark Habits: a chanteuse brings her boyfriend to her Madrid apartment, where he ODs on heroin and dies. What Have I Done to Deserve This?: an illiterate woman has quickie sex with a muscular student in the shower stall of the kendo academy where she scrubs floors. Matador: a beyond-gorgeous woman picks up a stranger, makes violent love, then stabs him to death with her hatpin. Law of Desire: a young stud is directed through some steamy autoeroticism by an unseen older man. Shock the bourgeoisie? The opening scenes in Pedro Almodovar's films seem designed to shock...
...federal prosecutors, Bess Myerson was the embodiment of the woman who loved too much: a New York City official who bribed respected state Supreme Court Justice Hortense Gabel to cut her boyfriend's alimony payments by giving Gabel's troubled daughter a job at the cultural affairs commission. To the daughter, Sukhreet Gabel, Myerson was a manipulative opportunist who banished her when the scam broke in the newspapers. To ex-wife Nancy Capasso, Myerson was a harridan who stole her husband Andy, moved into her house and wore her clothes. But to a federal jury charged with deciding her fate...
Perhaps even more notable is the performance of Jason Tomarken, who plays a variety of roles. As Orin, the sadistic dentist who is Audrey's boyfriend in the first act, Tomarken is a scream. Orin is an inherently amusing character, but Tomarken brings him memorably to life. His "Dentist" is one of the musical's finest numbers. Tomarken's other portrayals are equally unique and enjoyable...
...considered booking two places in a local retirement home, events came along to remind me of my own mortality. First, my previously annoying little sister now sported a set of contact lenses, a bustline, a pair of car keys and a linebacker-boyfriend whose neck was larger than my thigh. One night while I sat watching David Letterman, my sister and her beau-immense stumbled into the house after a night...
THERE wasn't even a mall; I wondered what The Suburban News wrote about. The boyfriend finally gave me the hot tip for the evening, and ten minutes later I was cruising the aisles in the Atlantic Supermarket. At the pamphlet rack I thumbed through leaf-lets on how to be a computer technician, how to raise birds and why Roger Staubach buys National Home insurance. I read through "Suburban Help Wanted" (Vol. XI, published in Burlington, MA). I browsed the bulletin board ads and even considered calling the Reading Barbershop Quartet and asking them to sing to me over...