Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Indeed, what did I have to lose? An innocuousFM logo on my forearm, I thought, without ink.Just pain and burning flesh and a small, misshapenscar. After no small amount of finagling, I cameup with two hand-held tape recorders, three oldNikons, three photographers, (my two roomates,Nick and Dave, and Dan, a longstanding friend,and, more importantly, an artist) two rolls of3200 speed film, and a '75 two-door Volvo. Safestcar on the road, they say. And with Dan at thewheel, we needed all the protection we could get.It was dark, it was raining, it was shoppingperiod...
There are always, however, new stars. TV's creative food chain lately has been turned upside down. Producers once dreamed up concepts and then looked for actors to flesh them out. Now, more often, the stars come first and the shows are built around them. It's the season of the star vehicle, the series built to a performer's specifications. What matters is the showcase, not the show...
...contrast to royal marriages of the present generation, the King's bond with Queen Charlotte is presented as intensely companionable, albeit not monogamous. The primary villains are the doctors, one therapeutically obsessed with inspecting bowel movements, another with making the King sweat and vomit, a third with blistering his flesh, a fourth with humiliating him into submission. None does the least good. His problem is chemical imbalance, and his remission -- alas, only temporary -- results from the body's healing itself...
...violence in this film nearly so mindless as the violence done to it. The rating system was preserved, the film's intricate internal rhythm destroyed. "My work is like my child," the mild-mannered director says. "If too many things are cut, it's like cutting my own flesh." Executive producer Sam Raimi, himself an auteur of high-style violence (The Evil Dead), admits he didn't have any good advice for Woo -- "except that one day it would all be over...
Mark Wills was obsessed with beautiful bodies -- flesh or metal or his own. By daylight, Wills, 28, worshipped his massive 6-ft. 1-in., 270-lb. frame in the mirrors of the weight-lifting center he owned in lower Bucks County, Pennsylvania. By night, he muscled his way off dance floors and into the beds of attractive women whose names, he bragged, he rarely remembered. But Wills' true talents lay elsewhere. Once each week he would get his hands on hard bodies that never played hard-to-get -- curvaceous Camaros, sleek Cadillacs, majestic Monte Carlos -- gleaming beauties that he could...