Word: good
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...time for the feminist activists on this campus to take a little time-out for a good old-fashioned reality check. Some committees, in order function effectively, have to limit their membership. The overwhelming majority of undergraduate women are not complaining of any rampant discrimination by Harvard. Sexual assault is a matter of public safety, not gender politics. The non-discrimination sword cuts both ways. We all need more meeting space and an occasional...
...color as much as the next person, but not when it means endangering our wrists. It won't be too long before someone figures out that typing on a keyboard the size of a napkin while standing in front of a terminal carrying a hefty backpack can't be good for the nervous system...
...beatniks had to sport, Law comes across as a little bit perfect, and a little bit vile. You can see why Tom gets all hot around the collar for Dickie's lifestyle, even if it comes with Gwyneth Paltrow as an accessory too sweetie-pie elegant for its own good. Of course, Mr. Ripley doesn't last too long as Dickie's new toy. Tensions arise from all sides. Tom lacks that preppie Princetonian je ne sais quoi, and he feels, well, a little too hot around the collar about Dickie for his own good, especially after Dickie gets bored...
...touchy business of Tom's gayness. I wouldn't be surprised if you hear the name Davenport again sometime soon. If Anthony Minghella weren't such a smart writer and director, the changed emphasis might have obscured the icy brilliance of Tom's amoral talents. But Minghella knows a good story when he sees one--his last triumph was the sweeping, stony The English Patient-- and he treats Tom Ripley's tale like David Lean on an epic bender. The thriller story becomes woven into a gorgeous, glorious travelogue through the high points of Italian sightseeing, circa...
...collection of some of the coolest cool-cat classics of the period, captures that legendary moment when you were more likely to spot Chet Baker in a Naples jazz club than an upstate prison sickroom. The movie probably won't make any top-ten lists this winter--it's good, but it's not quite that deep--but I'll be damned if it doesn't have the wittiest opening credit sequence of the year. It's a not-so-subtle allusion to 1950's credits wiz Saul Bass, and the mere echo works wonders to situate the film within...