Word: ripely
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...onstage, he relaxes a bit. He knows the spectators are creating their own close-ups, so he plays piano: softer and with nuance. He gets to the tiredness of Erie and to the semisweet-chocolate heart of this frail playlet, and transforms O'Neill's monologue into a ripe conversation with the audience. So again, go figure: Al Pacino, film star, was made for the stage...
...Jack has." Kemp bowed his head, as if penitent about having made some cash-giving speeches. Mostly, though, he's tapping a foot, pointing, craning his neck, pretending to throw a pass or take a snap from the center. With women, he holds each face like a ripe melon before planting a kiss. Or he blows kisses. While speaking, he spreads his arms, massages the wedding ring on his left hand, rubs the walnut-size football-championship ring on his right. Being the backup doesn't come easy. At the first post-convention rally, he said he wasn't going...
...numbers do not seem to add up. No matter, say campaign aides; he's running for President, not accountant in chief. Besides, adds Donald Rumsfeld, a senior policy adviser, the Republican nominee is not talking to economists: "The real audience here is the American people." Rumsfeld figures they are ripe for a debate on taxes. "As we saw with [Governors] Christie Whitman in New Jersey and John Engler in Michigan, it is a debate Republicans can win," he says...
...might dictate that "Clueless" changes the locale and pace of the novel so radically--Emma would say "Whatever" only if followed by a four-line sentence sprinkled with semi-colons--that it couldn't possibly be a more loyal version. But where "Clueless" successfully looked to a new world ripe for the axing, McGrath's "Emma" creates an uncomfortable mix by updating an old world with more simplified satire and a touch of modern sensibility...
...cast, which is completely dominated by its women. Deneuve looks so breakably pure as Genvieve, replete with little bows and white gloves, that even she seems relieved by her deflowerment. Her feline mother slinks about in tight black cocktail dresses and blood red suits, exuding sheer power via over-ripe sensuality and bartering Genvieve off to the highest bidder. Madeline, the 'plain girl' whom Guy eventually settles for, looks exactly like the goody-good martyr she is, with immaculately well brushed hair and the inevitable hairband. Measured against these luscious charicatures of the many faces of woman, the two male...