Word: nicely
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...brochures proclaim as "originality, but always with integrity and a respect for tradition." His newest venture, coming this fall, is a line of upholstered furniture ranging from $535 ottomans to $5,500 sofas. "I want to make all the things I love," he says. "A lot of people have nice taste. I have dreams...
...children they rule the sandlot and playground. While most kids pray they are not the last picked by the shirts or the skins, it is the natural athletes who do the choosing. Late in high school, the best are wooed by colleges offering scholarships, special treatment and maybe a nice set of wheels. A happy few make the jump from big man on campus to major-league pro. Most start with salaries in six figures -- not bad for a 22-year-old who, chances are, did not earn enough credits to graduate. In the popular imagination, the great pros...
...appeal to adults. Its humor is sub-Mad: Howard (played by Actor Ed Gale, and some other small people, in a duck suit, with Chip Zien providing the voice) is a master of "quack fu" who reads Rolling Egg and DQ magazines. He grows angry: "No more Mr. Nice Duck." He waxes philosophic: "No duck is an island." When the filmmakers grow tired of fowl puns -- about an hour after the audience does -- they switch to space opera, and Howard battles a scientist (Jeffrey Jones, funny against all odds) whose body is invaded by a giant lobster-scorpion space troll...
...effects festival attached to a smirk, The Fly is smart and serious about its characters. Seth and Veronica could be any two people falling in love, eager for adventure but anxious about the changes and dark revelations that come with learning how little they know about their lovers. That nice guy lying next to you in bed, breathing in your rhythm, smiling in his sleep -- what demons sleep within him? And why does his snore sound like a gentle bzzzzz...
...politics, as the light fades and the densely wooded banks of the river grow dark and eerie. One night, somewhere between Prairie du Chien, Wis., and Dubuque, Iowa, Dmitri Agrachev, the cruise's official Soviet interpreter, was playing Scrabble, in English, with three Americans. "It's not a very nice word," he began, "but I'll use it," and laid out five letters: P-U-R-G-E. No one so much as raised a smile or a brow. Three hours later, Agrachev had finished off his opponents...