Word: fleshly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...crowd, his growing relationship with Ted ("I wish I could do something for you," Al mysteriously tells his cute, freckled neighbor) and his visits to his girlfriend (Karen Allen). The driving disco and violent gyrations of the cruising scene contrast strikingly with Allen's soft-toned flesh and delicate moaning orgasm. When Allen goes down on him, Pacino's passion rises as the throbbing Village theme invades his senses. The sequence arouses, perhaps in a trite or superficial way, a heterosexual's most basic fear of homosexuality: are the physical aspects of this act really any different when performed...
...call the Waverly "a mom and pop operation." She does the research, he does the arranging. "Even in modern notation," Kay explains, "a piece we select will typically be nothing but a melodic line, with no sharps or flats, no tempo or dynamic markings-just a clue." How to flesh out the melody, how to pace it and color it, when to use voices and when instruments, and even where a touch of improvisation might spark things along: these are decisions Michael makes. He plans the Waverly programs around a theme. Their annual December concerts in a 12th century Spanish...
GIGOLO could have been an orchestrated rock-teasing paean to American sexuality of barely sublimated desire, bulging jeans and watery eyes, sex sans porn, pulse without flesh, a lean, lacquered look at the demons of the California Dream. Instead, Schrader concocted a laughable montage of silly sequences, an absurd plot and bad lines that reaches climax in a bizarre series of fade-outs that symbolize pauses between pelvic thrusts. Gere, as Julian Kaye, makes it clear that he does only straight, high-class women. He looks more embarrassed than worried when he gets framed for a handcuffs-cum-sex murder...
...after all, conceive and produce Oh! Calcutta! Tynan can be glib, self-serving, tricky and loosely digressionary. But he is never dull. At 52, the graying provocateur describes himself as "a cricket-loving radical" and misses few opportunities to tease the bourgeoisie about the joys of the flesh...
...unfettering of post-impressionist color. The stocky, compact little body looks curiously unsensuous, at least by the conventions that Ingres or his salon followers would have recognized, but it is color that turns it into the epitome of carnality: the deep lunar blue of the chair enthroning the shadowed flesh, the sudden blaze of yellow on the floor. In such paintings, the world is reformed entirely in terms of color. The way to Matisse and the Fauves is open. A new era has begun...