Word: frats
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...music fans, Nirvana hasn't gone mainstream, though this potent new album may once again force the mainstream to go Nirvana. In Utero's one misstep may be the dubious song Rape Me: "Rape me, my friend . . . rape me again." It's meant to be antirape, but beer-blown frat boys may or may not get the irony. The last and best song, All Apologies, seems to anticipate and confront such questions: "What else should I be/ All apologies . . . What else could I write . . . All in all is all we all are." It's a riddling, fitting ending...
...latest plutocrat is O'Brien, 30, whose new show -- he calls it Late Night with Question Mark -- is racing against the clock to invent itself. All right, sauntering against the clock. In Rockefeller Center, young creative types lounge about in pullovers and shorts. It might be downtime at the frat house; no one displays the panic expected of kids who must start, on Sept. 13, manufacturing five fresh hours of TV each week...
...pseudo-war chant songs make rap sound melodic. Yes, the plot is thin and predictable and the execution as slick as a frat-party drag show. All that has little to do with why a featherweight send-up of the men's back-to- primal-nature movement ran a year in Chicago and has chugalugged onto off- Broadway. The show offers fans of the departing sitcom Cheers, wondering how to cope without their favorite palookas, a two-hour maintenance dose of Norm, the fat, idle, beer-guzzling oaf with the inexplicably likable stumblebum smirk...
...surrealist movie prank about a dinner party no one can leave. But, not to worry, it ends up as It's a Wonderful Life. And it has Murray, who, ever since his debut on Saturday Night Live in 1976, has been defining the would-be-hip U.S. male -- the frat fellow with wit. The cool jerk...
...more afraid to be square in his musical taste (his favorite sax player -- Kenny G?) than Maya Angelou was to be passionate, politically correct and perfectly understood in her Inaugural Day poem. At 13 balls that night, Clinton was like the college grind who drops in on frat bashes the night before the exam to show he's one of the guys, then sneaks back to his dorm to cram. Perhaps there is as much Nixon in him (the ambition, the intellect, the unkillability) as Kennedy (the charm, the recklessness, his position as centrist custodian of liberal dreams). He will...