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Suite Dreams centers around the lives of two of these characters, one divorced and the other happily married until he checks into the hotel. Hannah Warren (Laurel Pescosolido) is a 30-ish journalist from New York who is in the midst of a fight with her ex-husband Billy (Brian McCabe), a hot-shot screenwriter. They each want custody of their 17-year-old daughter Jenny (Jennifer Harris), but she has other ideas about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...
...dying for an article of clothing with that name on it. The Coop (1400 Mass. Ave.) sells a crimson Champion sweatshirt for $45 or a striped scarf for $25. A pair of Harvard booties at $8.50 will make the perfect gift for the baby in the family. Feeling Scrooge-ish? Buy a 29-cent Harvard pencil or a 90-cent bar of Harvard soap...
...personal experience, of memories scaled up and colloquially scrambled. Nevertheless there was a certain tone of image that Rosenquist sought. He did not want to paint old things that provoked nostalgia. What he liked, as he put it, were images "common enough to pass without notice." Hence the '50s-ish look of his paintings from the '60s, which, ironically, seem more nostalgic now than they did then. Unlike other pop artists with whom he was classed, such as Andy Warhol or Claes Oldenburg, * Rosenquist was not an ironist. "He rendered his blue-collar view of American things without mockery," writes...
...critic, "possess all the passionate excess of Rabelais' Gargantua, the verbal virtuosity of a Joyce, the demonic cruelty of Celine's best work." Mon dieu, who is this born-again Shakespeare? Charles Bukowski. You know, the 64-year-old Los Angeles-based laureate of American lowlife whose Henry Miller-ish paeans to booze and broads (Love Is a Dog for Hell, Notes of a Dirty Old Man) typically sell only around 5,000 copies in the U.S. In France, more than 100,000 copies of the Boho's short and tall stories have left the shelves. In West Germany...
Sadly, the song's Madonna-ish energy seems manufactured, as if someone tried to force Franklin's flowing figure into today's anorexic teenaged clothing. Aretha should have know better...