Word: chloe
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...passion clash in all-night discussions. But Rohmer is also one of the wittiest of directors and, defying all the usual rules of film making, he has turned out some of the most delightful movies of the past decade: My Night at Maud's, Claire's Knee, Chloe in the Afternoon and The Marquise of O... In Perceval he goes one fatal step further; it is not merely an intellectual movie. It is the essence of an intellectual movie and boring beyond all reasonable accounting...
...Friday) in a fundraiser for the French Library in Boston. He will present his 1969 film, My Night at Maud's [Ma Nuit Chez Maud], and will probably discuss his latest work, Perceval (which will open in several weeks at the Welles). You may recall Claire's Knee and Chloe in the Afternoon, both of which dealt with sex and sexual fantasy in surprisingly moralistic ways. Ma Nuit Chez Maud is one of the earlier films in this series--once again about a potentially romantic, sexual relationship that doesn't come off (the main characters' Catholocism is too strong). Admission...
...newest Rudi Geinrich special--a translucent hefty bag with a hole cut in the top for her neck. "Ah, mon vieux, tu t'es leve." She laughed and threw back her pretty head. The maid brought it back to her. "And now I shall read to you. Chloe," she called, ringing a dainty cow-bell, "le livre!" "Wit' bacon and onions?" Chloe asked liltingly as she stomped out her stogie with the toe of her Converse. Cheryl laughed and threw back her head once more; Chloe double-dribbled it across the room, faked to me, made...
...Cheryl waited she pulled her atomizer and liberally applied the vapor to her atmosphere. "Eau du gorille," she smiled. "Gotta keep myself natural." Chloe arrived presently with the book and Cheryl grabbed it, digits atremble. She beamed ably, "Blue Skies, No Candy." She looked up at her chained Kong. "Heavy, huh? Oh bummer, I lost my place. Here we are. Chapter One. 'Am I rushing things...beginning the scene in bed? I cannot resist. Bed is where I'm making it these days, friends, and sometimes it seems I'm only limping along elsewhere. Of course no one would ever...
...like a toga or slide over the head, poncho fashion. His hemlines dip gracefully into handkerchief points. Emanuel Ungaro's Moroccan striped minidresses are bloused at the hips with yarn belts and designed to be worn over red or green tights. Karl Lagerfeld's silk versions for Chloe look like babydolls without the bottoms...