Word: drabs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...capital, where a large plurality of Chileans live, is a lovely city of tree-lined streets, public gardens, monuments in grassy squares, a speedy, modern 10-cent metro that rivals the one in Paris, and stylish shops with bright displays and billboard ads. A far cry from the drab exterior of your average Eastern-bloc country...
Maybe we'll even get to see Opus meet up with some of those commies we've heard about. Like the ones we saw on the recent Wendy's ad where the participants in a Soviet fashion show march around with the same drab peasant attire passing for every look. Better yet, let the penguin take some lessons on open-mindedness from Rambo...
...more exalted motive than profit. This follow-up to last year's surprise hit Romancing the Stone reunites Stars Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner, sends them off to an Arab emirate, then gives them nothing to do but market their charisma. In the first film, Turner intoxicated as a drab novelist who blossomed into a spunky heroine; here, she is fighting only celebrity veg-out. Mark Rosenthal and Lawrence Konner's plot, which amounts to a series of enforced aerobic exertions, matches the two funsters with a cartel of shifty Arabs and a tribe of gullible black Africans...
...Some drab-looking Yugoslavs endure family skirmishes during the postwar taffy pull between Stalin and Tito. No stars, no hardware, no ravishing landscapes, no shimmering sex. Two hours and 24 minutes long. Right, Maude--let's run out and see When Father Was Away on Business! As it happens, there is every reason to catch this endearing memory movie, which won the Palme d'Or at the 1985 Cannes International Film Festival. The memory is that of the Bosnian poet Abdulah Sidran, who fashioned his script from events affecting a Muslim community in Sarajevo from 1949 to 1952. The vision...
Last week, however, the battleground finally shifted. Victor Karpov, the chief Soviet arms negotiator, sat down at the banquet-size table in the Botanic Building, the drab headquarters of the U.S. arms-control delegation across from Geneva's tidy botanical gardens, and began reading slowly from a lengthy document. For half an hour the Soviet negotiator droned on, speaking in the argot of nuclear weaponry. His monologue was technical and arcane, yet it was immensely important. At the least, it promised to deliver arms control from the realm of rhetoric to the real business of negotiated give-and-take over...