Word: rag
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...mood is light and childish. She wears spiked boots, black fishnet tights and a hip-slung miniskirt below her winking belly button. A loose- fitting hand-painted jacket swings free now and then to show a lacy purple shirt and the trademark black bra. She has a floppy purple rag tied in her hair. The costume is sexy, and light as she is, at 5 ft. 4 1/2 in. and 118 lbs., her body is lush. But her movements to Holiday are skipping and prancing steps, mischievous kid stuff...
...mentioned that Trillin is a columnist. He is not particularly well-known, however, because he writes his satirical columns for The Nation, the far-left weekly magazine (a "pinko rag" the author calls it, perhaps covering himself as a patriotic infiltrator for the next Red Scare) that hides in the rear racks at Out-of-Town News and has a circulation which competes neck and neck with The Crimson's. Thus the great virtue, of this predictably superb sampling of his column, Uncivil Liberties: you actually get to read the pieces, rather than hear about them second-hand from...
...greedy little kids cried and should for some tangible members from their trip to the ballpark. I wanted to tell them who was they were yelling to, to shut up and have respect-go bug the rag-arm warming up in the Red Sox pen, but don't disturb this guy-he's special...
...Rainey natters toward its climax like Ibsen gone funky, but it illuminates the talents of worldly-wise actors; one, Charles S. Dutton, spumes anger as the odd man out, striding, not shuffling, to his doom. A one-woman show? Catch Whoopi Goldberg, six monologues written and performed by a rag-doll actress with a bonkers stage name. Some of the skits are predictably poignant, and two just peter out. But the evening serves as an embossed calling card for stardom, presented by a scarifyingly gifted comic artist whose radiant smile even a cobra would be compelled to return...
HURLYBURLY. The evil of banality: this is the subject of David Rabe's comedy of modern bad manners. His men are Peter Pan's lost boys grown older but not up; his women are resilient rag dolls. Director Mike Nichols and an exemplary cast evoke these dead souls with compassionate intelligence...