Word: truisms
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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These days, folk-rock crooners are a dime-a-dozen, as folkies have long since learned to go electric, and Bruce Cockburn and Matthew Sweet have inspired many aspiring young songwriters. Most new releases simply confirm the truism that there are a million bad songs waiting to be written, but actually a few good ones too. This truism is fulfilled on singer Danny Peck's new self-titled releases. Full of original songs, Danny Peck begins his album by sounding like Michael Penn imitating Peter Gabriel, and ends up sounding like Jeffrey Gaines imitating Sting. If this seems like...
...should we be thin, trim and toned? Only because that is what society valorizes, especially in women. This is a truism, and one which Cucci has clearly accepted, even as he ostensibly jogs along some sort of moral high ground...
...guesses about what motivates these daredevils. "They're probably bored," says local psychologist Robert Craig. "It's cold and rains a lot. It's not the most exciting place to be if you're a teenager." Mimi Mahon, a nursing professor at the University of Pennsylvania, offers the truism that "kids believe they are impervious to injury." Patricia Shingledecker, Michael's mother, suggests helplessly, "All people somewhere are looking for a thrill...
...stage, John Dexter's sumptuously stylized production transformed tabloid headlines into a potent truism: the heart sees what it sees. Onscreen, the opera singer's gender is never in question; his 5 o'clock shadow gives him away to everyone but the diplomat. Jeremy Irons tries manfully, and John Lone womanfully, to give real life to the characters, but the close-ups defeat them. So do some unlikely plot points: the defendant and his accuser are put alone to undress and wrestle in a police wagon; the diplomat daubs himself as Madama Butterfly before a rapt audience -- of French convicts...
...stage, John Dexter's sumptuously stylized production transformed tabloid headlines into a potent truism: that the heart sees what it sees. Onscreen, the opera singer's gender is never in question; his 5 o'clock shadow gives him away to everyone but the diplomat. Jeremy Irons tries manfully, and John Lone womanfully, to give real life to the characters, but the close-ups defeat them. So do some unlikely plot points: the defendant and his accuser are put alone to undress and wrestle in a police wagon; the diplomat daubs himself as Madama Butterfly before a rapt audience -- of French...