Word: version
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...film opens with black-and-white shots of modern young women in the postures of liberation. An hour later there is a surrealist and, by Victorian standards, very racy peek into Isabel Archer's fantasy life. In every way, The Portrait of a Lady, director Jane Campion's version of the Henry James novel, provides steeply raked, hugely self-conscious angles on Isabel, who is often glimpsed in a murky bluish light. It's as if Campion were determined not to shoot a single frame that might be confused with a Merchant-Ivory production...
Still, she admits she has "made a lot of really stupid decisions" in her movie career, and she clearly hopes Evita will put all that behind her. Two future movie projects have already caught her eye: a biography of Tina Modotti, the photographer and political revolutionary, and a movie version of the musical Chicago (in the role Bebe Neuwirth currently plays in the hit Broadway revival). "While I'm still very interested in making music and writing music, I want to concentrate on film more. I'm very interested in directing. I know that sounds very trite and boring...
...then, I could envision a younger version of Bennett Weber trying to block, say, programs that contained strong language and instead doing something that caused the set to transmit nothing but cooking shows. "Do something!" he says, turning to the child he's trying to protect. That child is Jeffrey at 14, who says, with a sly grin, "Don't worry, Pop. I'll take care...
...Lipton Brisk Iced Tea "Frank Sinatra" A Claymation version of Ol' Blue Eyes hawking iced tea remains the year's cheekiest and most memorable celebrity endorsement. The Chairman's concert is over, the fans want more, but Frank wants out. What gets him energized for an encore? Not a Chivas, Clyde, but a swig of Brisk...
...ANGELA'S ASHES (Scribner). When it comes to sad tales of childhood hardships, "nothing can compare with the Irish version." So writes Frank McCourt, a retired New York City public school teacher, and then proceeds to prove his point. His memoir of growing up poor in the dank slums of Limerick radiates misery, humor and the cheerful humanity that got him through...