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This does not mean that Thelma & Louise is or was ever meant to be a sweet dream, a comfortable, comforting movie like, say, City Slickers. "Screenplay idea," jotted Callie Khouri in her notebook one day in 1987: "Two women go on a crime spree." Khouri, whose first screenplay this is, had the notion that if a female couple were somehow forced by circumstances to take up the outlaw life, they would, under the suspenseful impress of life on the lam, undergo the same kind of bonding process -- sweet, funny, appealing -- that male protagonists customarily experience in this kind of movie...
Baadasssss, as in Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song, which Melvin Van Peebles (Mario's father) made in 1971. Sex-sated and X-rated, Sweetback trumpeted the bustling era of blaxploitation films. Their heroes were no lilies of the field. They dealt drugs (Super Fly) or tracked down drug dealers (Shaft). Short on artistry but long on verve, these violent epics were significant for the same reason they remained, in every sense, a minority entertainment: they were movies made not only for blacks but, often, by them. African-American filmmakers had kicked their foot through the industry's back door...
...wandered into the sexual curiosity of his Italian- American secretary, Angie Tucci (Annabella Sciorra). Their affair, which they confide to friends, is soon the talk -- the shout -- of their respective neighborhoods, Sugar Hill in Harlem and Bensonhurst in Brooklyn. The animosities are mirrored in two subplots. Angie's sweet, nerdy friend Paulie (John Turturro) pursues a romance with a classy black woman (Tyra Ferrell). And Flipper's crackhead brother (Samuel L. Jackson) collides with his Bible- bred parents (Ossie Davis and Ruby...
ADMINISTRATION: Donald Sweet, Alan J. Abrams, Denise Brown, Anne M. Considine, Tosca LaBoy, Katharine K. McNevin, Teresa D. Sedlak, Deborah R. Slater, Rafael Soto...
...that cold February night at Briggs Cage, there was no crackly 45 to blare the National Anthem through tinny speakers. There was no sugar-sweet soprano behind whom fans could mumble the timeworn lyrics...