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...hasn't been contemporized, stars neither Gwyneth Paltrow nor Ethan Hawke and features no recordings by Tori Amos. Yet this three-part, six-hour adaptation of Charles Dickens' last completed novel succeeds in seeming terribly modern. Considered by many critics to be the author's finest work, Our Mutual Friend takes a look at the perversions of capitalism in mid-19th century London through two parallel love stories. Suspenseful, subtly rendered and well acted (with an especially compelling performance by Steven Mackintosh as John Harmon, a wealthy young man trying to conceal his identity), this Masterpiece Theatre production should...
...faithful FM readers who journeyed to the Tsongas Arena last night only to discover that the Tori Amos concert you had traveled so far to see had happened the night before, this listing's for you. Before you can write a depressing, angst-ridden song about missing your chance to see your idol perform, Tori will take the stage tonight for real this time--we swear. 8 p.m., Whittermore Center Arena, University of New Hampshire, 128 Main St., Durham, NH. 603-868-7300. Tickets $26.50, students...
...Tori groupies will abound in Lowell when the seductive daughter of a Baptist preacher takes the stage, Wednesday night at Tsongas Arena. Tori Amos's soulful crooning and pounding of the keyboard makes for a cathartic, emotionally wrenching experience worthy of the $27.50 ticket price. Call 931-2000 for more information...
...cavernous echo--that the artist cannot be misidentified. "My Beautiful Leah," in which a phlegmy and diseased voice seeks clues to track the route of an aban-doing lover, lumbers thick and ungainly as a sauropod; "The Garden," by contrast, lilts and whispers like a dryer, spindlier version of Tori Amos's piano confessionals...
...Changed my Plea to Guilty" is symptomatic of Morrissey's unsuccessful departure from his more rewarding roots. A Tori Amos wannabe crudely whales chord progressions in the background while Morrissey croons about "emotional air-raids" and the like. One can imagine Morrissey the ex-diva, a martini in his hand, reclining on the piano in a seedy bar, bemoaning his existence. Oh, Morrissey, you're brooding enough already--give us a beat to leave the ballads to the groomed women in the Top 40 who know what they are doing...