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ICICLES--SIX FEET LONG, AND AT THEIR TIPS, as bright and sharp as needles--hang from the eaves: wild ice stalactites, dragon's teeth. I peer through them to see the world transformed to abstract whiteout. Little dervish snow tornadoes twirl across the blank. The car is out there somewhere, represented by a subtle bump in the snowfield. The old Jeep truck, a larger beast, is up to its door handles, like a sinking remnant: dinosaur yielding to ice age. The town's behemoth snowplow passes on the road, dome light twirling, and casts aside a frozen doe that...
...with another boy -- and she feels a kind of relief. As Smoke Gets in Your Eyes plays soulfully, she pulls Francois into a slow-dance clinch. Then, abruptly, the Beach Boys' Barbara Ann comes on. The two start jitterbugging, Maite breaks into a giddy radiance, and with each twirl the two seem to lose years and cares-briefly recapturing a joyous, preadolescent innocence...
...track features subtly lyrical arrangements. "It's true that you are touched by something," Merchant sings in the album's opener, "These Are Days," and this sums up the feeling the listener gets from this album, It leaves you with a warm feeling inside, and makes you want to twirl around in that childish way that Merchant does in concert. The audience at MTV seems plenty impressed, and you probably would be too, if you got to sit in on a Maniacs' recording session...
Queen eventually triumphs, of course, thanks to her pluck and the love of a good man (Danny Glover). All of which would be more inspiring if it weren't for the florid melodrama and tinhorn dialogue. The villainous racists do everything but twirl their mustaches. The shallow plantation wives are cliches of another sort: "If it were not for the slave girls," says one, excusing the menfolk's sexual dalliances, "we women would have to submit to our husbands whenever they feel . . . healthy." The young Queen expresses her romantic outlook in sappy lines like "I want to marry a prince...
CHORUS GIRLS TWIRL AROUND IN HEADdresses a la Busby Berkeley. Gymnasts flex, and one inverts himself into a handstand minutes long. A busty blond croons a pop tune. Then Nazi soldiers march in. No, it's not Broadway's Cabaret, but an even more genuine article, staged by Berlin's Theater des Westens to depict how Hitler's regime fused popular culture and propaganda. BERLIN CABARET, at Washington's Kennedy Center through this week, is gloriously mounted if scantily plotted. Its showy numbers evoke radio, pop music and the 1936 Olympics but focus on the movies, especially as seen...