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...Mexico was like Hollywood, or like India today: a national industry heavily invested in the romantic and domestic weepie, with fearless emoting, hairpin turns of fate, mega-doses of religious and family piety, all set to the popular songs of the day. (Melodrama literally means music drama.) Noble mothers are forever sacrificing themselves -silently, stoically, suicidally -for their kids. Fully three of the 10 Infante features end with some spiteful young person driving some dear old person to death, only to be flattened with a shocking revelation: "She's / he's your mother / father!" Cue tears that would flood...
...falls a bit flat, since the characters have long since gone beyond the realm of realistic emotions and into the heightened world of satire. The audience is asked to shift from gawking to sympathizing a little too quickly. Videt and the actors do the best they can with this hairpin turn, but can’t save it from being a touch jarring. The set, designed by Courtney E. Thompson ’09, consists primarily of a table and chairs, which the characters forcefully rearrange when agitated. Interestingly, the table is trapezoidal to give it forced perspective, a trick...
...proper way to review a car is to push it to its limits, flooring the accelerator and screeching round hairpin bends to discover its strengths and weaknesses. In much the same way, it is the duty of every travel writer to subject the hotels they visit to really robust test drives. So Maurizio Romani, the general manager at L'Andana, a deluxe establishment in Tuscany, may remember me as the Guest from Hell: high maintenance, capricious and, quite frankly, badly behaved. But I was only doing my job - with assistance from my husband Andy and in spontaneous cooperation with...
...much power in “Herbie”’s world. Check out how studiously the film denies Lohan any real agency as she takes to the racetrack over her father’s quasi-sexist objections. It’s not her making those hairpin turns past goonish rivals, or even deciding to—it’s that darned Herbie, racing off with a mind of his own every time she starts the ignition. “I’m being carjacked by my own car,” she shrieks. Girl power...
Longwave’s two guitars charged, swirled, and dueled their way through the night, expertly navigating hairpin shifts in dynamic. The band’s opening salvo built jangling tension that broke out into simultaneous squalls over new-wave synths, ultimately evoking an up-tempo, slightly less morose Interpol...