Word: luridness
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...second spot recalls in lurid terms Gennifer Flowers' allegations about a 12-year love affair. "Get to know Bill Clinton the way Gennifer Flowers did," the voice-over promises viewers who call Brown's phone bank. Callers get 12 minutes of stale talk about sex, draft evasion and marijuana...
There ought to be a shelf of books on Frances Lear's lurid life. Adopted by a vindictive mother and molested repeatedly by a stepfather, she later had three marriages (one to TV producer Norman Lear), countless affairs, numerous addictions and bouts of therapy. Yet she managed to climb the garment-industry ladder and found Lear's magazine. So why does THE SECOND SEDUCTION (Knopf; $19) seem so enervating at a mere 190 sparsely printed pages? For one thing, she never describes the horrors of drugs or the excitement of creating a magazine. For all her vaunted feminism...
...difficult child." What a surprise. Yet Gaines was born and raised (in New York City, of course) to be precisely who he became. His father had been a comic-book publisher in the '30s, and when young Bill took over the company after the war, he turned to lurid fun, producing a line of successful gore-and-monster comics that 1) subsidized less profitable publications in his stable, 2) inspired and influenced future horrauteurs from Stephen King to Wes Craven and George Romero, and 3) were the subject of a 1954 Senate subcommittee investigation into the causes of juvenile delinquency...
...about the sixties . . ." Aw, c'mon, just because we call an exhibition "Helter Skelter," you wouldn't necessarily think better of Charlie aging away there in maximum security, would you? A pity the curator in question, Paul Schimmel, won't come out with it: We want a lurid title but, hey, we're a museum. Maybe we need a bit of sensationalism to, as they say, "reach out" and "address the concerns of" the Los Angeles trendy art crowd, a fairly debased rabble, we feel, and with shorter memories than mice...
Price's work, in its terse, witty and episodically lurid sharpness, argues otherwise, and has been doing so for nearly 30 years. To complicate matters, Price plays with traditional forms of useful ceramics such as the cup and the vase without producing a usable object: they become a sort of armature for flights of entirely nonutilitarian fantasy...