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...LOREN J. BARTELS, M.D. Tampa...
...sense that the circles of hell have, in the end, been transformed into the Olympic rings? For all the evocations of international camaraderie, the Olympics are a lot about national pride. And so, beyond Dante, Italy trotted out its stars to tout its culture: Giorgio Armani designing costumes; Sophia Loren carrying the Olympic flag; Eva Herzigova, a Czech-born resident of Torino, starring as Botticelli's Venus on a half-shell and Luciano Pavarotti singing Puccini's Nessun Dorma. A Ferrari roared on stage; speakers blared the theme from Rocky (Stallone! The Italian Stallion!); and suddenly, after a magnificent dove...
...evocations of international camaraderie, the Olympics are a lot about national pride. And so, beyond Dante, the peninsula trotted out stars to tout its culture: Giorgio Armani designing costumes; Sophia Loren carrying the Olympic flag; supermodel Carla Bruni slinking in with the Italian flag; Luciano Pavarotti singing Puccini's Nessun Dorma (Nobody Sleeps) from Turandot; Eva Herzigova (a Czech-born resident of Torino) starring as Botticelli's Venus on a half shell. A Ferrari roared onstage, the speakers blared the theme from Rocky (Stallone! The Italian Stallion!), and suddenly, after a magnificent dove formation by acrobats on gossamer thread, there...
...stunning debut by an unpublished author who mailed his manuscript in on spec, Night Fisher candidly exposes the lives of the young and bored in Hawaii. Going to a prep school his single father can't really afford, the lonely Loren Foster tries to keep up with his AP classes but becomes more interested in hanging out with his ne'r-do-well pal and tweaking on crystal meth. While filling the story with atmospheric details like Hawaiian slang ("baku" for meth; "haole" for a non-native), Johnson's remarkably confident artwork drains the lush world of its color, leaving...
...debates about what was real and what fantasy in Resnais's Last Year at Marienbad or Fellini's 8 1/2, about Antonioni's seductive use of existential ennui. And when foreign films didn't tax the brain, they stirred the loins. In pouty Brigitte Bardot, in statuesque peasant Sophia Loren, in the knowing rapture of Jeanne Moreau, Americans saw ideals of glamour more complex than Jayne Mansfield. Even Bergman gave you bosoms along with the angst. These films were invitations to European decadence; each American became a Henry James innocent abroad, primed for education and debauchery...