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Although I heartily agree with the gist of Krauthammer's Essay, I think it is important to consider the consequences of colonizing the moon before we rush to fulfill our "lust for the frontier." For some of us, the moon still represents dreams and romance. How would we feel if it were covered with golf courses, motels and fast-food joints? CRAIG HANSEN Fujishi, Japan...
...imagine that the relationship of Tom and Sally was an inhumane one. The conditions were ugly, but the affair was not." He goes on to compare the relationship of Jefferson and Hemings to that of another Presidential pair: "The story of Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky is about lust consensually expressed, and about loneliness and arrogance, and about stupidity and an astounding lack of judgment. The story of Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemings is about none of these things...
...lover or victim--are extended conversations between experience and ingenuity. McKellen does most of the talking, in a gentle English accent or a brusque German one, but what makes him a great shot for film eminence is how suavely he listens. Listens with his eyes, attentive to nuances of lust or fear that may not even be there. Reacts with a prim wryness that hints at the Nazi's superiority, at Whale's indulgence. These lovely scenes give the audience a chance to study McKellen in wary repose. It's a face worth studying. A movie face, as Hollywood should...
This Pleasantville, this Bedford Falls, this Brigadoon, this Springfield, you see, is really Stepford--a place so sanitized there are no toilets or double beds, a people so insular they have never known what it's like to feel unprogrammed joy or lust or rage or bravery or intellectual adventure. When they finally open themselves to these emotions (by gazing at a Picasso or hearing Buddy Holly or spending the evening with a naughty girl from the '90s), the people of Pleasantville literally blush into color. They wear their passion on their shamed, fervent faces, on their clothes, like...
Exiled from his beloved Venice, Europe's legendary libertine has settled uneasily in London, doing what comes naturally. Which is to say feasting, matching wits with the likes of Samuel Johnson and, of course, wenching. Alas, the main target of his lust is Marie Charpillon, a smart little tart who is rather more skillful at keeping Giacomo Casanova out of her petticoats than he is at getting into them. The thrusts and ploys of this frustrated courtship are stylishly recounted by an English-born novelist, expanding upon an episode in his subject's vast memoir. Miller's limning of London...