Word: lacing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Soviet press, nor was there a welcoming delegation at the Moscow airport. Under the current Soviet sobriety crackdown, there was no vodka either. The choice of an elegant suburban dacha for the talks was intended to encourage constructive informality for discussions normally cemented in rigid protocol. But behind the lace curtains, the Soviets proved standoffish...
...only one big disappointment: no shoes. Otherwise, the display of opulence in the six-story Manhattan town house of former Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos and his wife Imelda was just what one would expect. Gold- plated lavatory fixtures. A kitchen on every floor. Three pianos and a harpsichord. Eighteen lace-covered pillows on the First Lady's richly canopied bed. Heroic ten-foot paintings of Marcos as a medal-bedecked leader and Imelda as a latter-day saint. A strobe-lighted and mirrored disco, outfitted with cushions bearing the mottoes of the Marcos millions. Example: "To be rich...
...From Moscow to Peking, the Material Girl has put a new spin on dialectical materialism. Nothing, however, can compare with her reception in Panama, where people have gone mad over La Donna. For almost two years, 23-year-old Wanna Be's have been curling their hair and donning lace. Both a soft-drink company and a chewing-gum firm have produced ads copying her from-bed-to- verse videos. "Even Michael Jackson did not produce such a frenzy," marvels Jim Truch Gomez, manager of the country's top pop station. When word gets out that the Mistress...
...that this young fashion plate buys from your shop is the rag-trade equivalent of hitting all six numbers in the California lottery. At Comme des Garcons, a tiny Frenchwoman behind the counter compliments Molly on her Paleolithic do and watches her try on a pair of suede lace-up granny shoes. $49, and out she strides, in her late-for-the-train gait, past two punked-out teens. "That was Molly Ringwald!" one insists. "No, it wasn't," her elder companion sighs. "It was just one of those people dressed up like...
...Harrison's direction is fine when it captures the languid rhythm of everyday preoccupations and lets its attractive actors (especially Hallie Foote, the author's daughter) breathe quietly through the lace curtains of memory. The mood is so lulling that the intrusion of climactic plot devices involving an alcoholic friend and a cooty cousin seems not only extraneous but downright rude. There goes the neighborhood, and the movie. Instead of a valentine to his ghosts, Foote finally delivers a tardy, clumsy Easter present: Horton Hatches an Egg. By Richard Corliss...