Word: lad
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Ripley, an orphan in his mid-20s with a gift for larceny and mimicry, is hired by a rich shipbuilder to go to Mongibello, an Italian resort village where the man's son Dickie Greenleaf (played by Law in the new film) has been idling, to try persuading the lad to return home to the family business. Tom agrees, sails to Europe and, on seeing Dickie, is dazzled by his luscious indolence. Dickie paints, indifferently; he tans, splendidly; and he flirts with Marge (Paltrow), a young American who has a crush on him. Dickie is an effortless charmer who enjoys...
...darling son Esteban (Eloy Azorin). Manuela is the mom every gay, or simply sensitive, son would adore. She watches All About Eve with him, gives him a Truman Capote book for his birthday, takes him to a production of A Streetcar Named Desire. He is a sweet, giving lad with a lot of promise. Almodovar is careful and caring in setting up this lovely couple--one could build a fine movie around them--and then he is ruthless in tearing them apart. With Esteban gone, Manuela has a mission: to grieve heroically and heal the wounds of other desperate souls...
...points out the prevalence of non-fashion related articles, arguing that their inclusion is also a product of marketing. "They know that they're marketing to young people skeptical of consumerism, so they put in articles to try and hook them." Stopping on a particularly alternative-looking Abercrombie lad opposite an article skeptical of corporate greed, Schor shakes her head, "They're capitalizing on the notion of counter-culture from the 60's, when in fact they're as dominant culture...
Garcia captivated the world at the PGA. While chasing Mr. Woods and coming up just a stroke short, Master Sergio accomplished a remarkable thing: he made the world's best player look old at 23. Here was the Spanish lad, eyes closed, slashing at a ball burrowed behind a tree, then sprinting up the fairway and leaping into the air to see the marvelous result. Here, meanwhile, was the American, eyes glassy, agonizing over 5-ft. putts that have in the past--though not this year--been his bete noire...
...smart lad would stick with art house offerings and steer clear of the Cineplex, especially the whizbang mega-releases. But not a slow learner who adores the very idea of going to the movies and keeps thinking the next one's actually going to be worth the eight bucks. I see ads on buses; I hear the buzz; I read blurbs promising the adventure of a lifetime. They do not tell you that part of the adventure will entail leaving the theater with a bag over your head...