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...leading men, Nathan Detroit (Geoff Oxnard) and Sky Masterson (Jason Mills), cannot be praised enough. The bumbling Nathan, trying to balance his beloved crap game and his doll Adelaide, goofs things up to near disaster but remains one of the most hysterically funny--and sweetly romantic--'guys' in the entire production. Mills, no stranger to the Hasty Pudding stage, lets the less farcical side of his acting abilities shine through while still making the audience howl with laugher and exuding a voice to swoon over...
...Huberman, brings tears to the audience's eyes with her sincere devotion to the "Save a Soul" Mission as well as with her absolutely angelic voice. She is one of the few non-comical characters in the show yet her open-hearted sweetness, determination and love for the gambling Sky help her triumph over a mass of clumsy criminals and silly showgirls...
...slid seaward. But the real L.A. is far away, and so is 1992, the year of the riots. Not old enough for an anniversary, the remains lie unexcavated in the rubble of more recent crises. So at Harvard in the fall of 1998, pictures of that familiar smoke-darkened sky are like fresh posters for last month's bull-fight. We thought El Terror had been killed in the ring, and so the familiar image is like seeing a ghost. Things aren't so finished as they seemed...
...Chile's sky hasn't fallen in. And despite Madeleine Albright's fear that General Augusto Pinochet's extradition would destabilize the fledgling democracy, Chileans actually appear to be growing tired of the saga. "The military and a small number of right-wing protesters vented their frustration in tough talk following Britain's decision," says TIME reporter Elizabeth Love. "But there's no threat to democracy." After all, there would be little logic in the military again seizing power when the civilian government has already exhausted all diplomatic means of winning Pinochet's release...
...bike--two, three times a month. But we said very little. In the still, blank autumn afternoons like these, our silence abetted the season. One of us would open with some typically male, moderately hearty greeting; the other would follow with an observation about essentially nothing, like the lowering sky; the other would grunt or nod; John would pedal away, and that would be that...