Word: laughing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...might expect a guy named Rock to be a little tougher. But Rock, 34, is a comic, not a fighter.He can't throw an uppercut, but he knows how to get a laugh. And right now, he's the funniest man in America. Dick Gregory calls Rock "a genius." Saturday Night Live executive producer Lorne Michaels says, "There's always one comic a whole generation imitates. Chris dominates now. There's no one as good." Then again, Jerry Seinfeld, a pal of Rock's, says this about Rock's hip-hopping in-your-face style: "It's the yelling that...
Rock sits at his desk, flipping through a manila folder with scripts from his writers for proposed sketches. This is the most important moment of the day--deciding what makes him laugh. "I like humor that's not really funny," he says. "I like talking about subjects that aren't funny in the first place and making them funny. So anything down and depressing is something I'll talk about." He accepts a sketch about a hate group (the wrinkle: the group hates its leader too). He rejects a documentary parody called Scared Straight in which gay men scare kids...
...Roth, in a heroically clenched performance), who goes to Barcelona looking for her ex-husband and ends up mothering half a dozen lost souls. She is Mother Courage, Mother Teresa and your mom on her very best day. But All About My Mother also gives the viewer reasons to laugh and cheer. It brims with life; it has more convulsive plot twists than any recent Hollywood movie; it parades a fistful of seductive Spanish stars (Penelope Cruz, Marisa Paredes, Antonia San Juan); it shows Almodovar, the Spanish writer-director best known for Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown...
...done the senior thesis procrastination thing, but right now I'm not doing that," Ali says. Otherwise, he's only had time for "planning the revolution," he says with a laugh...
...lists of family and friends so he'll remember them; each time the list is shorter as he forgets more names. He thinks that he's been abandoned in a house of strangers, that he sleeps in a vault, that everyone in the world now wears diapers. I'd laugh if it weren't so awful. Even with two aides on duty during the day and one at night--an astoundingly good ratio for a home with six residents--they can't watch him every minute. It took the new doctors forever, in my view, to diagnose an underactive thyroid...