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...found that fairly traded coffee tasted better, or if you value that payments are going directly to farmer cooperatives rather than middlemen, make sure to fill out a comment card or tell your dining hall manager. If you didn’t get a chance to smell the sweet scent of redistribution or savor the smooth taste of high quality organic coffee, make sure to catch a cup next week...
...decidedly uneven show to which Lithgow lends his gifts is The Sweet Smell of Success, a musical adapted from the cult favorite film of the same title. Its protagonist, Sidney Falco (assayed by Tony Curtis on film and the up-and-coming Brian D’arcy James onstage) is a youngster consumed with a lust for power. Much like Leo Bloom in The Producers, he wants everything he’s ever seen in the movies. His key to the bright lights is the most powerful gossip columnist in the country, a vicious, preening Walter Winchel-like monster named...
...insidious music aside, Sweet Smell remains an often entrancing depiction of a man’s descent into indulgent luxury and moral bankruptcy. A number of remarkable scenes have been constructed, including a chilling midnight meeting between J.J. and Sidney at St. Patrick’s Cathedral that reveals the terrifyingly fierce will of the famed gossip columnist...
...time of "Sweet Smell," the boites that gave a home to the columnists were heading for twilight - or, since they were nightclubs, their final dawn. The Stork Club went bankrupt and then kaput in the 60s. A later disco spurt would revive the turbid El Morocco; it's still there, but unrecognizable. The "21" Club somehow survived as a rich man's steak house until Anne Rosenzweig took over in the 80s and began serving edible food. Toots Shor declined when night games kept reporters from having dinner there with the ballplayers they covered. There were fewer ballplayers...
...toadies and connivers and suckers and ham-handed cops are still out in force. And Sidney: well, there's a little Sidney in all of us, or there should be - just a little. We need that goading inner voice to put some hustle in us, make us smell success, look for the side street to advancement, scream in recriminating rage. We need to be our own press agents. And if we aren't quite up for or down to the job, then let's hire a publicist to do it for us. There's a good indie outfit in midtown...