Word: soho
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...characteristic is her chameleon-like control of facial expression. In one of the film's most fleeting but poignant moments (and probably the only one in which Baker's off-the-wall pacing has any effect), Schepisi moves directly from a shot of a glamourous Susan in her artsy Soho 'walk-up to one of her staring out of the window in a mental ward after the first of many nervous breakdowns. Scrubbed of all make-up and eroded with rivers of tears, Streep's pinched expression carries more punch in this one scene than Hare's screenplay does...
...permit yourself to be picked up in hash houses by girls like Marcy (Rosanna Arquette). Even though she is pretty. Even though she claims to share your interest in the life and work of Henry Miller. For if she succeeds in luring you southward to the exotically furnished SoHo loft she shares with an artist (Linda Fiorentino, who is also exotically furnished), the chances are excellent that you will shortly find yourself racing penniless through a rainstorm, trying to cope with a suicide attempt and a subway-fare increase, the consequences of a broken cash register at distracted John Heard...
...colors, fabrics and shapes seen on bikes could be straight out of Marvel Comics. Alitta, a company based in a loft in New York City's SoHo district, markets a $65 red, white, blue and yellow riding suit that Superman might admire. Dozens of companies offer skintight shorts and for triathlons, events that require running, biking and swimming, suits made of shimmery synthetics in colors like taupe and copper. Jerseys come with two or three pockets for carrying small cargo, and shoes are designed to distribute pressure along the foot. Gloves are usually cut off above the knuckles, Oliver Twist...
...would never be slaves/ They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves/ The flower of England face down in the mud/ And stained in the blood of a whole generation." The song would be harmlessly banal had he not tacked on the final stanza: "Mid-night in Soho Nineteen Eighty-Four/ Fixing in doorways, opium slaves/ Poppies for young men, such bitter trade/ All of those young lives betrayed/ All for a children's crusade...
Demetre Belgis, a Greek who arrived 17 years ago, is a success. In 1977 he opened a gallery in SoHo, where he sells from an impressive stock of Toulouse- Lautrec lithographs. Belgis has been persuaded by his experience that the land-of-opportunity platitudes are real. "Regardless of what country you come from," he says, "one still sees America and New York as dreamland, where you can be what you want to be. One has to be willing to work very hard here, but one doesn't need to have millions behind him to be successful here...