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...senior center scored 30 points and grabbed a school-record 24 rebounds to lead the Bobcats (8-3) past the Crimson (6-7) 76-67 at Burt Kahn Court...
...which Scavullo's lights and lenses, and his team's exacting attention to skin, hair and costume, produced a look that became unique to the magazine. Scavullo did celebrity portraits, glamorized Watergate figure Martha Mitchell for a 1974 cover of New York magazine and shot Burt Reynolds in the nude for a 1972 Cosmo centerfold. "I don't think I can say I'm the best," he told the Washington Post in 1985. "But I think I do what no one else does. My pictures are alive...
...songs later, it's still hard to say exactly what Moore sounds like. Ronald Isley's standards album - Here I Am: Isley Meets Bacharach - succeeds for the very reason Stewart's and Moore's fail. Rather than fit his classic R.-and-B. voice into the dull formalism of Burt Bacharach's songs, Isley spirits away the songwriter's greatest hits to slow-jam land. On Close to You, he plays endlessly with single words like "why" and "close," seducing them until he decides they have had enough. His quasi-religious version of Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head...
...Here to Eternity, based on the revolutionary war novel by James Jones, still has something to offer modern audiences. Go to see Frank Sinatra in the role that confirmed that the then up-and-coming actor’s star had arrived; or just go to see a young Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr make out in their notorious sex scene on the beach. Either way, From Here to Eternity will be certain sure to warm your ice-cold days. Through Dec. 18. 7:15 and 9:45 p.m. Tickets $12; Brattle Theatre, 40 Brattle Street...
...those still here on Thanksgiving Day, the Brattle will be screening this 1971 children’s classic and cautionary tale. You know the drill: Five greedy kids win a tour of a candy factory, where they are punished for their cravings in visually imaginative ways. Add in some Burt Bacharach songs, some garish ’70s set design, and Gene Wilder’s repressed, vaguely psychotic turn in the title role, and you’ve got a couple hours of kitschy fun to take in after you’re demolished your pumpkin...