Word: jacketing
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Richard Widmark (who died, also in his 90s, a week before Dassin) as an American tout aiming for the big score, then fleeing from its consequences. In his goon period, with that weird smile (his upper lip raised as if by invisible fish hooks), and outfitted in a checkered jacket so loud it practically barks, Widmark is the perfect sucker in a nightscape made for entrapment. The titanic figure of night-club owner Francis L. Sullivan is just one of the menacing clowns in this nutty noir's sideshow of gargoyle grotesques. This time, instead of borrowing from Orson Welles...
...begins. In a tuxedo jacket with an undone bowtie dangling by the tulip in his lapel, Wallach croons with the exaggerated sincerity of a lounge singer, bombarding the crowd with off-color charm, lazy-eyed smiles, and an eager but ill-timed joke about Eliot Spitzer...
...rather than a professional caddy. An indelible memory of Woods' victory in 1997 was the bear hug he gave his waiting father behind the 18th green. And, of course, at the award ceremony, the winner is not given a trophy but instead is presented with a green jacket by the previous year's champion - more a rite of initiation than an accolade. (Even at Augusta, however, there are limits to the old-fashioned quaintness: the jacket also comes with the very modern sweetener of around $1.3 million in prize money...
...hour and half late, but once it was underway the brand's design team deftly demonstrated the remarkable evolution of its wares in recent years. Models sported modernist, layered basics in somber tones of black, white, navy and dark grey. Some of the men's wear - a glittery black jacket and a pair of brown leather pants worn with a dress shirt and black tuxedo jacket - appeared too Italianate for most male tastes, but in general the quality was a genuine revelation. For days afterwards, I found myself coveting the cool trench coats. You could even describe some...
...trying to escape. It is escapism that leads Chris, a fortysomething traveling salesman trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage, to a street corner in north London. There, he propositions Roza, an illegal Yugoslav immigrant in her 20s, who has donned a short skirt and fur jacket merely to see what trouble she can stir. She invites him to her dingy basement apartment for coffee and starts telling him about her life as the daughter of a communist partisan. They forge a friendship, with Chris visiting Roza often to listen to her tales of the mundane (pets, first loves and summer...