Word: ishing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...been getting so popular that upscale stores featuring it have sprung up in Manhattan's trendy meat-packing district and on the equally fashion-forward La Brea Avenue in Los Angeles. Meanwhile, Ikea and Crate & Barrel have begun producing knockoffs for the mass market. The taste for things '50s-ish has also seeped into fashion (haven't you noticed all those sweater sets and pleated skirts?) and industrial design (wait till you get a look at the finlike taillights planned for future Cadillacs...
...season I try to work out pretty regularly, and sometimes end up at the MAC at weird off-hours when there aren't many people there. Pretty late one weeknight I needed a spotter for the freeweights, and the only people there were this old-ish guy on the treadmill and some chick on the treadmill. She looked great but I didn't want to ask her, and this other guy who looked like he could handle it, so I asked him and he said he'd do it. I put on a couple extra 45 lb. plates, hoping...
Harvey didn't stick around to clear things up. Besides a few side projects with interesting talents like Tricky and John Parish, she attests to having grown nervous with her growing fame and unconfident in the kabuki-ish performance art she was creating in concert...
...Stan and Ollie here are Tucci and co-star Oliver Platt. Tucci, incapable of a gross moment even in the slapstick, seasick exertions of shipboard burlesque, nicely approximates Laurel's high, piping whine as counterpoint to Platt's unctuous exasperation. They are two actors stowed away on a '40s-ish ocean liner, ever scurrying from a British stage star who wants them arrested, gelded, dead. Also onboard are a deposed queen (Isabella Rossellini), a gay tennis player (Billy Connolly), a Teutonic chief steward (Campbell Scott) and a suicidal, sub-Sinatra crooner (Steve Buscemi, in the film's funniest turn...
...Citizen Kane (inquiring reporter seeks the secrets of a pop star) and the legends of David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Brian Eno and Roxy Music, Haynes fashions a fresco of seductive grotesques--notably the Iggy-esque Curt Wild, whom Ewan McGregor inhabits as a writhing punk- sprite. The Bowie-ish star, Brian Slade (Jonathan Rhys Meyers), is consumed by success, whereas the real Bowie always looked in control of his eminence. But, hey, you go to a musical for the numbers, which are brilliantly conceived and played. Does the milieu seem starched, grandiose, fake? Why, sure. "The whole film is faux...