Word: braggadocio
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...last week was in fact not a fluke but was all part of (as Joe Lieberman might say) God's Master Plan. Or at least Vince Lombardi's. When the KC Line goes 8-7, and Slim and Josie follow with 7-8 weekends, it's cause for celebration, braggadocio and some very fine, well, vermouth is all we have around the office at the moment, but if we keep picking like this, can full martinis be far behind? We say no. Thus fortified, we present this week's picks...
...Call Of The Wild pales. Iron John is laughable. No title rivals the manliness of Naked Pictures of My Ex-Girlfriends. The braggadocio, the ballsiness--there could be no Naked Pictures of My Ex-Boyfriends. Mark Helfrich, 47, a film editor who did indeed work on Showgirls, not only took pictures of the numerous--and surprisingly attractive--women he slept with in the 1970s but persuaded them to let him print their pictures in a book being published this week (Consafos Press; 120 pages; $32.95). This guy makes Charlie Sheen look meek...
...time the fight broke out between Glover and Winchell, the atmosphere was poisoned. "I can't believe it," Glover confided to his fellow grunts after Winchell floored him. "I won't let a faggot kick my ass." But Winchell apparently had dismissed Glover's death threat as more braggadocio. And he didn't relish his win. "Why," he asked a fellow soldier, "do people have to push me like that...
...patriot, Bond is the paragon of thoughtful manliness, which is not always an oxymoron. He is intelligent but not reflective, independent (the "00" in "007" represents a license to kill) but not reckless, reliable but not predictable. Consider, by contrast, the brutish strength of professional athletes, or the thoughtless braggadocio of action heroes like Sylvester Stallone, Arnold Schwarzenegger and the like. Bond is a caricature of manliness, to be sure, but not an altogether unflattering...
...them can do to help the Chilldrin's situation. While C.O.G. has the lingo and feel of urban America, there is little beneath the surface. The album is a blur of repetitive basslines that bleed from one track to the next; the rhymes are lousy, and the braggadocio and self-references that make contemporary rap such flamboyant entertaining falls flat here. It is difficult to distinguish the three group members except that they all fall off rhythm. As a result, the majority of the tracks on the album resemble each other too closely. Two tracks stood out, mainly because they...