Word: lushes
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Francis Ford Coppola, Branagh's co-producer, apparently sought to create a lush, accessible 'literary' film in the style of his "Bram Stoker's Dracula." Yet both men would have done well to examine Branagh's own Henry V and Dead Again--films that seek to tell a compelling story well rather than to make a pretty film, and hence succeed at both...
...their rainfall. The 32 acres of U.S.-leased land on both sides of the bay resemble less the lush semitropical island across the minefields than the set for a Hollywood western: sandy, rock-strewn hills and beaches, barren except for a random dotting of cactus. Hardly the site anyone would choose to build from scratch what amounts to a new city for 65,000 people...
...inescapable songs, especially those ultraromantic ballads that seem to blare out of every boom box on the beach. They are sung by various performers, from stars like Whitney Houston to the new group All-4-One, but the songs all bear the unmistakable Foster touch: the soaring vocals, the lush arrangements dripping with strings and keyboards, the crescendos built on crescendos. Whether the sound is timeless or just stuck in a time warp is a matter of taste. But it sure does sell -- and earn him hefty royalties. While rap and grunge grab all the critical attention these days...
Before this week is out, more than 12,000 airplanes and 1 million onlooking enthusiasts will flock to the Experimental Aircraft Association convention, centered in Oshkosh but splayed out over the lush Wisconsin landscape from Fond du Lac to Appleton and Green Bay. This remarkable event was begun in a basement 42 years ago by flyer Paul Poberezny, the son of a Ukrainian immigrant. Involving 400 types of aircraft, it is judged by some to be the world's biggest convention and aviation's most diversified air show, dwarfing state fairs and even Woodstock '94, drawing people from...
...this highway, however, when he moved permanently to Long Island in 1963, was mostly suds and mayonnaise. The long $ series of pink squidgy pictures -- landscapes, nudes splayed like frogs in memory of Dubuffet, and female clam diggers -- that issued from his studio over the next 15 years was lush and trivial. The drawing is submerged in weak, declamatory, wambling brushstrokes; the color -- mostly pink -- is bright and boring. Yet you could never write De Kooning off. He came back in the late '70s with some big, rapturously congested landscape-body images with a deeper tonal structure that, though they...