Word: closeting
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...more than another accessory to a life style that is all glitz and no substance, all money and no meaning--he is, of course, an arbitrageur who lives in an apartment packed with high-tech goodies. We get a hint of his life when Basinger's character searches his closet to find rows of perfectly tailored charcoal-grey suits and, natch, a Harvard Magazine (hey, Harvard grads, you too can live like this...
Sanks says he is particularly concerned about the impact of AIDS on "a lot of gay people who have not yet come out of the closet." Other campus leaders concur with Sanks, citing a reluctance in some undergraduates to take steps toward becoming "openly gay" because of the AIDS stereotype...
...quiet evening just before New Year's, Dwyane Carson and his friend Arthur DeWitt, both 9, were playing in Dwyane's Northeast Houston home, when they found a loaded .22-cal. rifle in the youngster's bedroom closet. Dwyane's father, a hunting enthusiast, had never shown the boy how to handle firearms. Toying with the rifle, Dwyane accidentally shot and killed Arthur...
...always, however, seemingly supernatural events have rational explanations. The house is filled with conduits to other worlds. There's the closet, the medicine chest, and the swimming pool, all of which emit slimy ghoulies at the bewitching hour. These ghoulies then attempt to maul, skewer, and ventilate our poor beset upon hero...
Once in the nasty nest, Katt quickly realizes his predicament and enlists the aid of his neighbor, played by the hilariously deadpan Wendt. Armed with a harpoon gun and wearing goggles, Harold and Katt, himself clad in army greens and jump boots, approach the evil closet. However, in the process of hunting monsters, Katt is pulled through the door and carried back to Vietnam where he discovers that a dead soldier buddy of his has been the root of all his residential difficulties. (I swear. This is for real.) All turns out well, amazingly enough, and the flick winds...