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John Maybury's Love Is the Devil: Study for a Portrait of Francis Bacon examines the English painter's long affair with a petty thief and his need to be the submissive partner in sadomasochistic sex. The film is broken into shards of images like shrapnel: coupled male bodies mime the exertions of Greco-Roman wrestling; Francis bends over for a whipping, or to be tattooed with a hot cigarette. Which makes the film both exquisitely observed and tough to watch...
...sure how it would be received. Buffett's success came with a devil's bargain: he would be a cartoonish entertainer, not an introspective balladeer. Among his better recent work is a musical based on Herman Wouk's Caribbean novel, Don't Stop the Carnival, but the show never made it to Broadway. And though his concerts deliver moments of beauty and power--a song called One Particular Harbor gets people dancing but with tears in their eyes--they also deliver mindless ditties like Cheeseburger in Paradise. "The set I'd like to do is all ballads," he says over...
Dwelling in the sulfurously lighted basement apartment of Simon's house, Henry is the Devil--a devil, anyway--with a gift for inspiring those he does not repel. An apt pupil, Simon composes a long poem that some people hate ("Drop dead," reads a publisher's rejection note; "keep your day job") but others champion. Simon becomes a literary celebrity, and in gratitude to his mentor says he will insist that his publisher also issue Henry's opus. Then, alas, he reads...
...must you flee from milk entirely? Yes, says Cohen, who holds that skim milk is the devil's brew. It's full of--are you sitting down?--protein. And here's where the ADC starts twisting the facts to reach wild conclusions. Allergies are frequently triggered by proteins (true); asthma is an allergic condition (true); it's been increasing draatically (true); doctors don't know the cause (true); therefore, the protein in milk must be the culprit...
Lisa, when not condemning Bart and all his works (she once called him "the devil's cabana boy"), tries to explain him. "That little hell-raiser," she recently ranted, "is the spawn of every shrieking commercial, every brain-rotting soda pop, every teacher who cares less about young minds than about cashing their big, fat paychecks. No, Bart is not to blame. You can't create a monster and then whine when he stomps on a few buildings." Nice try, Lisa, but not quite. He's not Bartzilla. The kid knows right from wrong; he just likes wrong better...