Word: cuteness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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There are several ways to go with that situation. An old-time Hollywood screenwriting team might have used it for romantic comedy; there is a "cute meet" lurking in it. Hitchcock might have found in it the premise for suspense; it blends the quotidian and the voyeuristic in a way he would have liked. The young Woody Allen might even have made a farce...
...film itself is cute and fun, though somewhat overrated...
...kids today (part of a five- part series on, no less, "living in the U.S.A.") was little more than an excuse to trot out scenes from Our Gang comedies. The show's animated graphics are state-of-the-art slick, and its four anchors state-of-the-art cute. But little stays on the screen long enough to register, and anything that does hardly seems worth the trouble. We hate...
...fleshily beguiling as before. They jiggle and strut with weighty grace unseen since the heyday of Jackie Gleason. The skinny ones -- Andre De Shields and Charlaine Woodard -- stomp and slither like sticks turning into snakes. The years have changed nothing except to add emotional texture. McQueen is still cute, but now conveys heartache beneath. De Shields has ripened from Superfly sleekness into a leading man's virility. The biggest change is in Carter, whose widely publicized battles with weight, cocaine and star-size ego have enriched her brassy sensuality with a survivor's stare of defiance...
...with rococo bars and gilded walls. Her husband Frank "the Cucumber" De Marco (Alec Baldwin) boards the morning Long Island commuter train, but he does his work in transit, putting a bullet in the brain of a rival Mafia goon in the seat ahead of him. Angela has a cute son, but the kid runs a three-card monte game in the backyard. Her home must have been decorated by Wheel of Fortune: all the furniture and appliances are studiously ugly, and half of them are still in crates. As she tells Frank, "Everything we wear, everything we eat, everything...