Word: parasoled
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Certainly it must have seemed so to the startled senior citizen, to Gilbert and Sullivan traditionalists-Can there be such a thing as a Gilbert and Sullivan radical?-and to anyone else who expected an orthodox production that was proper right down to the last parasol. There wasn't a bumbershoot of any description on the Lyric stage. No fans either. They were replaced with tokens and totems of the new pan-Orientalism: signs that blink out Sony, Seiko and, inevitably, Coca-Cola; NankiPoo (Tenor Neil Rosenshein), the wandering minstrel, transformed into a rocker with a red guitar...
...small army. Her luggage alone is staggering: half a dozen stout leather trunks, hat-and shoeboxes, two queen-size 6-ft. wardrobes for ball gowns. No spifty designer luggage for Her Majesty, but a motley array of well-worn pieces, some of them hand-me-downs like the slender parasol case inherited from her grandmother Queen Mary. An intricate system of labeling and cross-referencing keeps her voluminous wardrobe and matching accessories in order. The system is managed by her two dressers, provided with ironing boards, who stay busy pressing clothes to keep the royal raiment wrinkle-free...
...Paris. Floating serenely across grassy parks and statue-ridden boulevards, the pair find themselves suspended in a world more appropriate to the match-making machinations of Maurice Chevalier in Gigi than to the high tech high punk goings-on of the film's other characters. Hawkins carries a ruffled parasol, and young Jules, wearing the kind of lean and hungry look that only a European can muster, follows a few steps behind her. Sati (of course) comes rolling ever so slowly off the soundtrack...
...pickup truck, smear on dabs of melting suntan cream and flip the switch of a cassette player. To the scratchy strains of martial music, they start downhill, making a short tour and ending up under the spreading roots of the giant ceiba trees, planted to provide a parasol of shade over the baking town square. The little parade passes by rusting cars, yelping dogs, gawkers peering out of their doorways while washing their hair or looking on while drying off with a towel...
...apartment even though Kauzov, as a worker and husband of a notable foreign person, was allowed more space than most Muscovites. He was discomfited by her idle pleasures, including those lazy, sunny lunches on Skorpios. Said one of her chums: "How could he, for instance, accept eating under a parasol held for him by a servant dressed all in white?" Christina's whirl is now Manhattan, where she went discoing at Studio 54 last week with Nikos Boukis, a childhood friend whose family is also into ships...