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...look for a..." In the catchy newborn nursery anthem This World Is Something New to Me, kids may understand the line "This world is such a gas!" followed by an impolite noise, and the baleful "I can barely hear myself suck!" but not the pouty "I miss my old womb," and maybe not the exchange between a female voice ("Man, they cut my cord!") and a male ("Awww, consider yourself lucky"). Side benefit of taking your kids to the movie: it was probably time to explain the miracle of circumcision to them anyway...
...sexy, as the constantly screaming fans in the background emphasize. The talent is there--but the song itself is crap. A guitar in the background chokes out basic chords with an simple Natalie Imbruglia-esque rhythm as Morrissey churns out such drivel as "I danced myself out of the womb...Is it strange to dance so soon?....What's it like to be a loon?... I liken it to a balloon." Gag. Is Morrissey washed...
...scandalizing stodgy opera buffs with a startling blend of flashy theatrics and unabashed feminism has made her the most controversial opera director of her generation. "Tristan's ship," Zambello explains gleefully, "is a huge ocean liner that has Isolde in the middle--as if she's in a womb or a prison--and the lower deck is an engine room with sweaty bodies. When I saw the set, I thought, 'People are just going to freak...
Last month on the Jerry Springer Show, just after one of the program's famous brawls and just before it cut to a commercial, a woman held a sonogram of her fetus up to the camera. For this most intimate image--a tiny figure in a woman's womb--to appear in the midst of another Springer spectacle was shocking. More than that, the incident marked the arrival on the program of what might be called the Forgotten Guest. One reason the show is so dramatic is that Springer brings out everyone involved in the affair at hand...
...black, gather around a brazier, drinking tea. A high priest in orange robes, followed by an attendant carrying a red umbrella, delivers blessings on the heads of rows of crouching petitioners. Underneath the main hall is the temple's most charged metaphorical space, an underground passageway, black as the womb, in which the visitor, sightless, is invited to fumble through the cold and dark in search of a "Key to Paradise...