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Dates: during 1990-1999
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MULAN (June 19). A girl becomes a woman warrior in this chow-mein cartoon: Chinese savor meets American-do. Now that industry analysts no longer expect every Disney animated feature to do $300 million domestic, they can appreciate the suave storytelling and cross-generational lure of a nice little epic like this. And accountants at the Mouse House can expect black ink, not Mulan rouge...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Aieee! It's Summer!! | 5/11/1998 | See Source »

There's also the hunger for having it all, a voracious desire to devour life--and food. Aside from the Mexican chow consumed during this late-afternoon interview, a solicitous valet furnishes Travolta with a box of chocolate ladyfingers, mere snacks "to tide him over" until dinner. Lunch can be an orgy of steamed lobster or an artery-choking beef Wellington. His sister Annie marvels at this "Vanderbilt" life-style, where 24-hour chefs cater to any food fantasy. Even during a marketing powwow for Primary Colors, Nichols recalls, "everyone brought along sandwiches except John, who was served four...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The People's Choice | 3/16/1998 | See Source »

...perestroika-era novelty of Gorbachev sneaking McDonald's and Pepsi through the gates to a hungry population has begot a deluge of American products. Today, the area behind the Kremlin looks quite a bit like Times Square. Sanyo and Coca-Cola signs light up the night sky. Russians chow down at a McDonald's only a few blocks from the Kremlin, while a Pizza Hut a few blocks further down Tverskaya Boulevard faces a statue of Pushkin, Russia's national poet...

Author: By Marshall I. Lewy, | Title: From Russia With Love | 2/19/1998 | See Source »

JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME Muscles from Brussels allegedly decked in a club. That never happens to Chow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Notebook: Feb. 16, 1998 | 2/16/1998 | See Source »

...evening in late July, I was channel surfing, looking for something sufficiently mindless, when I came across a Charles Bronson film festival. "Chow Down With Chuck!" ordered the WABU 68 announcer, so I did. Ah, the campy violence! The atrocious special effects! The liberal use of the bluescreen! The painfully illogical plot! The script wrought with Dadaist precision! In a fit of foolish idealism, I blurted to my roommate, "You know, we sure have come a long way, at least in terms of action films...

Author: By Scott E. Brown, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Stupidity, Sexism Plague a Lifeless 'Jackal' | 11/14/1997 | See Source »

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