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Arquette, in great shape these days, radiates the strain of a desperate coquette. Anderson, with all the charisma of the guys you knew back in shop class, is an ideal stud-schlemiel. But this is Lithgow's spotlight. His shambling gait and open shirt give him the look of Disney's Brer Bear. But Mills is a slyer oaf, muttering obscenities and worn wisdom, capable of evil . and love; Lithgow's dilapidated face tells you both are curses. He knows that noir is a chase with death at the end, and he makes it a hell of a ride...
...more time mending fences with lawmakers on Capitol Hill. While no one believes the White House is working perfectly yet -- the President remains hopelessly behind his daily schedule -- Clinton's confidence is returning. "The President," said White House chief of staff Mack McLarty, "is in a more natural gait...
Still, that does not explain why the way Mary walks and laughs makes Bill dizzy with desire while Marcia's gait and giggle leave him cold. "Nature has wired us for one special person," suggests Walsh, romantically. He rejects the idea that a woman or a man can be in love with two people at the same time. Each person carries in his or her mind a unique subliminal guide to the ideal partner, a "love map," to borrow a term coined by sexologist John Money of Johns Hopkins University...
...throw your clumsy gait into hot pursuit, the sandwich checks its bank account, buys a copy of Vanity Fair and nose-dives into the T-stop. Once there it rushes past the hordes of outdated punks on the escalator, skillfully nutting one or two with its crusty end, and just manages to get on the tram going downtown (disguised all the while as a proper baguette). At your generous and unwitting expense, your ex-lunch is probably, at this very moment, holidaying in the Bahamas and sipping on fruity cocktails. Meanwhile, back in that social epicentre and fair...
...worst, Pacino has let himself degenerate into the mere sum of his quirks -- short stature emphasized by a rolling, shambling gait, gargling intonations, facial tics, a veritable thesaurus of hand gestures. At his best, as he is in a daring pair of roles now on Broadway, he recaptures with easy artlessness the range and power of his debut. One night he is a lisping, languorous biblical potentate, concealing deadly willfullness within a Bette Davis-like camp distraction, as King Herod in Oscar Wilde's Salome. The next night, in the new Chinese Coffee by the relatively unknown Ira Lewis, Pacino...