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MOSCOW: What's Boris Yeltsin so mad about? TIME Moscow Bureau Chief Paul Quinn-Judge says the Russian president's tirade over U.S. missile strikes is equal parts bluster, envy and a little dog-wagging of his own. "On one level, he feels personally slighted about being out of the loop on the attack," says Quinn-Judge. "But like Clinton, Yeltsin has a domestic scandal of his own to contend with: his devaluation of the ruble. With the parliament calling for his resignation, a little burst of nationalist fury does not go amiss...
...physical harm. In a song called With the Food of Your Choice, I Will End Your Life Tonight, he gets the audience to suggest foods to be used in disturbingly intricate murder scenarios. As a member of Corky and the Juice Pigs, he performs rock parodies on Fox's Mad TV. His mumbling Michael Stipe is perfect, and his one-man duet between Neil Diamond and Stephen Hawking of You Don't Bring Me Flowers may be his best bit. Or at least his most offensive...
...display in Paris last week. But although none of the attendees of the fall couture shows were prepared to say the outfits were ridiculous--as usual--some were prepared to say the women were nearly naked. Nipples were one of the biggest accessories, and definitely the least expensive. The mad lads from Britain--Alexander McQueen for Givenchy, far left, and John Galliano for Christian Dior, middle left--were up to their usual high jinks, but they were usurped in wackiness by even newer kids with scissors--Viktor Horsting and Rolf Snoeren, middle right. The Dutch duo, whose label is known...
...trouble is that over the past decade Martin has undergone a healing process: from half-mad he dwindled first to charming eccentricity and now, in Lethal Weapon 4, he's just another guy with a commitment problem. In short, he's no longer an interesting problem for Murtaugh or even for Rene Russo's Lorna, the lady patiently waiting for his wedding ring...
...flew to France after that for a week on the earnings from the reunions and experienced Coup-de-Monde frenzy (minus Coupe de Monde tickets): swarms of people obsessed with nationalistic fervor in the midst of Parisian clamor--yellow face-painted Brazilians, mad Celts (I've never seen so many men in skirts in my life)--and the Eiffel Tower at night, as beautiful as its reputation claims. Breathtaking. Worth the trip...