Word: ests
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...strongest and must amusing numbers is "C'est Moi," the entrance tune of Sir Lancelot (Andrew Gardner), a self-proclaimed "French Prometheus unbound." Gardner deftly embodies a ridiculous paragon of self-confidence and self-righteousness. He has a handsome easy manner and he uses his mobile (and bushy) eyebrows to great comic effect. From France, Lancelot has travelled to join Arthur's new order, the Knights of the Round Table, a chilvalrous fraternity dedicated to Arthur's new Machiavellian philosophy that might should be the weapon of right. Arthur welcomes him readily while the rest of the court initially...
...distance call during our sophomore year. "It's a weave of real human hair chosen to match mine exactly." The piece was somehow connected to his own remaining hair and could be worn at all times. It cost him more than $1,000. But a few months and an EST training session later, he cut it off. His baldness was "okay" with him now, he told...
...should I say, cork, glass and sediment, because, as every wine buff knows, le Beaujolais Nouveau est arrive...
...well. African rhythm stacked up against Motown, and 42nd Street funk against the ozone background musings of Rock Minimalist Brian Eno, all set under lyric passages that seemed like exercises in concretist hysteria. Byrne cooked up a homicidal maniac who talked to himself in French. "Psycho killer, qu'est-ce que c'est" was the refrain of the first big- time song he ever wrote. Funny and frightening, it set the band off on a nicely twisted track...
...cinema. Yet this year, when the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences announced its nominees for Best Foreign-Language Film, you could almost hear a chorus of groans in a dozen tongues. What are these movies? Who ever heard of these directors? Who chooses these things, anyway? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? On Oscar night next Monday, five anonymous films will be filling slots that might have been reserved for Fellini or Bergman, for A Sunday in the Country or A Love in Germany. When TV viewers hear "And the winner is . . ." they may well ask, "Who cares...