Word: lustfully
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Like most HBO series, vampire drama True Blood (Sundays, 9 p.m. E.T.) has a fantastic title sequence. To the tune of Jace Everett's dark country single Bad Things, images of death, lust and religious frenzy flash by. A woman writhes in black lingerie ... a preacher lays on hands ... a Venus flytrap snaps shut on a frog. It's a fever dream of Eros wrestling Thanatos in the middle of a tent revival. Damn! I think. I want to see the show those titles...
...comes Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and it's just fine. Not great; just fine - a breezy roundelay about pretty people finding lust with improper strangers. It is also the kind of movie that isn't made much anymore, which makes the movie seem rare, perhaps precious. So a pre-mortem revaluation of Allen has begun. In the New York Times, Manohla Dargis wrote of "his recent creative resurrection," which would mean she values (and now I have to mention them) Scoop and Cassandra's Dream more highly than reason allows. I like the new movie, within reason; the question that nags...
...popular pickup line I have received is essentially a long string of southeastern Asian countries, question mark. (Korea, for whatever reason, never makes the list.) The grammatical fragment is often accompanied by a look of wide-eyed wonder and teeth slightly bared in what I imagine to be curious lust...
...story: Sprightly 60-somethings Robert Doback (Richard Jenkins) and Nancy Huff (Mary Steenburgen) meet at a medical conference and instantly fall in lust. One a widower, the other a divorcée, the two get married and move into his place. The catch is that each of the newlyweds has a wayward, layabout son who's near 40: Dale Doback (Reilly) and Brennan Huff (Ferrell). Seemingly deficient in intelligence, and lacking the most rudimentary of social skills, Dale and Brennan feel hate at first sight as quickly as their parents found love. Their resentment comes from territorial rivalry, but even...
...fingertip. Or Cary Grant doing anything in almost any Hitchcock caper: wooing Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief, dodging a malefic crop duster in North by Northwest. Grant also adorned the genre's apogee, Stanley Donen's Charade, in which the star has five identities and a protective lust for Audrey Hepburn. Neat plotting, chic dialogue, a funny-grotesque supporting cast and enough frissons to send an audience out spooked and happy. They don't make pictures like these anymore. Case in point: Legal Eagles. It ought to work. Robert Redford can give good suave; Debra Winger could...