Word: wigs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Sentenced to Death: The 1987 Worst-Looking Mascot Award goes to the Brandeis Judge--who attended Sunday's game wearing a gown and judicial wig...
...Salesman with Dustin Hoffman, Paul Newman's film of The Glass Menagerie) doing an Actors Studio- style star turn. As the intrusive brother, he slams in, bounces off walls, spews a stream of unapologetic profanity, all the while wearing -- at the actor's insistence -- a shoulder-length black wig that brings to mind Laurence Olivier camping it up as Richard III. Fortunately, Malkovich has a gift for suggesting depths in inarticulate characters: the audience laughs with, not at, him when he says of his grief and drunkenness, "This has made me -- you know -- not as whatever as I usually...
...because Grooms sticks to the things everyone has heard of -- the cow that started the Chicago fire, Little Egypt gyrating, Cyrus McCormick looming dourly over his agricultural-machine factory, or (in a crypt below the graveyard of New York's Trinity Church) the skeletons of Alexander Hamilton in his wig and Robert Fulton with his steam engine. Ruckus America is all one big pop-up book, done in an impressively resourceful, oompahing parade of stylistic parodies: corn-pone cubism, red- neck deco. The way buildings splay and their ground cants toward the viewer comes straight out of German expressionist cinema...
...recognize the importance of Good Morning, 13 Sovereign States. Two minutes to explain the Virginia Plan, a few banal questions, and the ordeal would be over. Madison remembered his instructions: no Locke, no Montesquieu, no Plutarch. Just simple declarative sentences, a confident smile and don't fiddle with your wig. "Jimmy, all you got to do is emote," his media consultant had told him. "Flash those baby blues at the camera, and the dollies back home will eat it right...
...minutes and nine "no comments" later, Madison was literally closeted with Sherman in a custodial storage area behind the rostrum. At 66, the rugged, rough-hewn Sherman, who had never worn a wig in his life, was not a man to mince words. "James," he said, his foot resting on a slops bucket, "we can't write a Constitution in this bedlam. Hell, every time I belch, I discover I'm on live TV. Enough of this posturing and strutting, I'm going home to New Haven...