Word: expression
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...finest unknown auteur. Unknown, that is, to U.S. audiences. In Asia and Europe the 37-year-old Hong Kong writer-director is either a box-office sensation or a cult hero. Now that Quentin Tarantino's distribution company is releasing Wong's cool-jazzy 1994 romantic comedy Chungking Express, we get to catch...
...days, and the film's mad-dash energy is nicely reflected in his quartet of stars. Wong, himself a star of cinema's future, has already shown that he possesses a uniquely '90s voice, eye and spirit. You'll simply have to get to know his work. And Chungking Express--fast, smart, irresistible--is a great place to start...
Producer Emory Gordy Jr. (her current husband) wraps Loveless around 10 prime laments that express the aftershock of betrayal, in musical settings that range from up-tempo to hillbilly solemn. The opener, Richard Thompson's Tear-Stained Letter, has a perky Cajun feel, with fiddles and steel guitar establishing a pace Richard Petty would find hard to match. Yet the song is about the inflicting of some pretty serious domestic abuse--"He danced on my head like Arthur Murray,/The scars ain't never gonna mend in a hurry"--by a guy who then decides he wants to be taken...
...many, this is mere school spirit. Often such comments are not even meant to be serious. At a recent a-cappella jam, one of the groups--in reference to the ubiquitous American Express commercial--joked that "At Harvard they don't take cash, and they don't take Gina Grant." Clearly, this was not intended to be serious. For that reason, many would say that it is not important. But one must understand that the humor we have become inured to goes beyond the bounds of good taste for most...
...short, our own inability scares us. In a few years, when computer capabilities no longer present obstacles to handling mass e-mailings, I wonder how many people will express such outrage or call for Ad Board action or scrawl stupid things on doors. By then, mass e-mailings will be just another daily nuisance of life. And no one will pin the blame on someone like Daniel Simon...