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...tense moment in the interview--I asked him to defend his rock opera about Mormonism--and I panicked. It's not that I was intimidated by Osmond's fame so much as I knew he had been working out a lot for a Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat video. Plus, I didn't know if Mormons had any special powers, the way Scientologists have with lawsuits...
Marilyn may represent some unique alchemy of sex, talent and Technicolor. She is pure movies. I recently watched her as Lorelei Lee in her musical smash, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. The film is an ideal mating of star and role, as Marilyn deliriously embodies author Anita Loos' seminal, shame-free gold digger. Lorelei's honey-voiced, pixilated charm may be best expressed by her line, regarding one of her sugar daddies, "Sometimes Mr. Esmond finds it very difficult to say no to me." Whenever Lorelei appears onscreen, undulating in second-skin, cleavage-proud knitwear or the sheerest orange chiffon, all heads...
...saga of the techno-sublime is about power, speed and transcendence of human limits. Ray guns, starships, artificial intelligence, virtual reality, nanotechnology--all beloved of SF, and every last one of them a big Technicolor disruption of the mundane...
...sets of "Diner" "American Graffiti" and "The Last Picture Show" have all come to life in Harvard Square, only this time in technicolor. With red and purple banquettes brightly splotched walls and yellow-and-blue checked floors the newly opened Johnny's is truly a blast from the past. While most students have yet to discover the Area's newest tribute to nostalgia--complete with a jukebox and bendy straws--the elusive locals are coming out of the woodwork to get a taste of Johnny's solid American fare...
With the re-release of "Gone With the Wind" last summer, I (and every octogenarian in the woodwork) thronged the theaters to see Clark Gable in his original technicolor splendor. To the words, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," I found myself in cinematic raptures that almost resulted in my gagging on a popcorn kernel. In fourth grade, when every other girl in my class aspired to be Paula Abdul, I wanted to be Scarlett O'Hara. During this formative time, I underwent a mercifully brief period where I let Scarlett's Georgian accent bleed into...