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...Fishburn and Jakim also deserve accolades as supporting actors. Fishburn was appropriately cocky and vapid and Jakim was appropriately meek. Jakim’s nervous giggle especially intensified my sense of being caught in the midst of a family feud...
...penultimate and lengthiest deception, Conway convinces an almost pitiable lounge singer, Lee Pratt (Jim Davidson), that Kubrick’s connections will land him a spot on the Las Vegas show circuit. The Pratt scenes begin with an unnecessary musical number: Pratt swaggers down the stairs, belting a vapid tune from the balustrade. When the camera zooms in, it delivers the final nail in the coffin and buries the film alive. Conway is eventually apprehended, but rather than end the misery at this point, the final scenes harp tritely on questions of identity and authenticity. Conway is placed...
...Bright Lights, Big City,” with book, music, and lyrics by Paul Scott Goodman, is a show that doesn’t buy its own hype. In fact, it’s a surprisingly big-hearted work, a story of redemption in the face of vapid, pretentious hedonism. And while this production, directed by Mary E. Birnbaum ’07 and produced by Barry A. Shafrin ‘09, may not always understand the scene it tries to portray, it more than gets by on its sincere belief in the value of familial love...
...uproar, however, was extraordinary. A Facebook group was created, with the title, “Dear Daily Prince, This Isn’t Funny, It’s Racist.” As of my writing, it has 480 members. Vapid blogs Ivygate and Brainiac, the latter by the staff of The Boston Globe, also accused the newspaper of racism. Asian American groups on Princeton’s campus mobilized, with the president of the campus association saying, “Even in the context of a joke, it made reference to so many stereotypes such as yellow fever...
...book is magnificent for its graceful, waltzing prose, its palimpsestic plot, and its egotistic but endearingly pathetic characters. And for affluent Ivy-League sophisticates, Messud’s novel can be a masochistic joy, holding the mirror up to our sometimes vain, vapid, inchoately ambitious selves...