Word: skewerings
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...adults create a realistic high school show? Does anyone want them to? High school shows succeed by offering sexy fantasies (Dawson) or outlandish stories that ring psychologically true (Buffy). What may save Popular is not its pandering to hipness but its willingness to skewer social haves and have-nots and its satiric, Heathers-ish flourishes (the popular girls, e.g., hang out in a velvety school powder room called "the Novak," as in Kim). Freaks, a sweet and funny character study, is probably the "realest" of the bunch and the best fall drama aimed at any demographic...
...wisdom from exotic dancers, here we get household hints from adult-film stars, girls jumping on trampolines, and hosts Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Carolla (the show's creators) drinking beer as they make fun of marriage, Oprah and movies starring Bette Midler--subjects lots of awful sitcoms already skewer, and for free...
...child of a modest Irish-Catholic background and as a well-connected graduate of prestigious "Hale University." Ask yourself how many contemporary comic novels have dealt with the issue of class, and you will come up with a short list. Moreover, ask yourself how many manage to skewer Swedish cinema, performance art, silly doctoral theses and the "Poverty Barn" along the way, and you'll begin to see why this one is such a treat...
...years Alessandrini has been having his cream pie and throwing it too. Subverting Broadway's hit tunes with wickedly irreverent parody lyrics, he has created a series of satirical revues that skewer musical theater. This latest edition is one of his sharpest yet. Here, a protean cast of four derides Disney's Lion King in The Circle of Mice. Footloose? Screwloose. Best of all is Alessandrini's new take on the decade-old Les Mis, which offers up dread-inspiring thoughts in the number Ten Years More. Even Victor Hugo would chuckle...
Unfortunately the rotations of skewers was imbalanced. Two or three waiters kept on coming to our table, offering cheerfully, "more beef?" Everytime a skewer approached, we would look up hopefully, thinking that perhaps this slab of meat might be something different. When we caught sight of the elusive chicken guy we practically had to flag him down. And I must say the guy carrying the skewer of little impaled chicken hearts never did make it to our table--which was hardly cause for lament for me, although conesseiurs say chicken hearts are one of the more delectable organs...