Word: wallows
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...Bush seemed equally confident and brushed aside warnings that last week's victories would be a distant memory come fall, when Senate Democrats mount their counterattack. But then anyone who takes so much pleasure in the hot wallow of his vacation destination must have thick skin. Bush's 1,600-acre ranch in central Texas is dusty, dry and a world away from his father's preppy enclave in Kennebunkport, Me. "The national media will hate it," Bush gleefully told Republican Senators, "but I'm going where it's 98 degrees average temperature, day and night." His Crawford obsession...
...often clever, hammering at the outer band of humor that gets laughs from discomfort. Like listening to a gay man perform oral sex on a woman for 'N Sync tickets. Or playing the silent game, where they book bad guests and let them wallow in dead air. They call it cringe radio, at once punk and frat, like Blink-182 or Fred Durst. It's The Man Show without all that annoying polish. The program has a real garage feeling, with staff members walking in and out of the studio, twisting knobs, grabbing papers. There is no separate producer...
...does little else to update Susann's formula. Anne and Neely still self-medicate, stage comebacks and sleep around, but the whole thing feels dutiful, even predictable. In her thinly veiled sketches of the wealthy and well known, Susann was one of the first to wallow in the lifestyles of the rich and infamous. She could not have anticipated the E! network, the O.J. trial and her own literary heirs Judith Krantz and Jackie Collins. In Shadow, the flesh is still willing, but Susann's spirit is gone...
...black people feel at not being able to reach back and touch the country of origin the way that every other hyphenated American can and does. Being there made me realize how inescapably American I was--not African. You know you must embrace your identity as an American, not wallow in the idea that you're some kind of displaced, tribal person. Here you have responsibilities to your Americanness as well as your blackness...
Moulin Rouge isn't just a retro wallow. It's a head-on collision of the romantic and the grotesque, the songs of MGM and MTV. Dwarves in spangled costumes dance to Rhythm of the Night; a sultry chorus line coos, "Moulin Rouge-ez avec moi ce soir?" and performs a tantric cancan. Like The Producers, this is a backstage musical with a delirious production number. Here it's an all-out, far-out tribute to India's Bollywood musicals--a kind of Springtime for Hindu--with enough eye candy to give the viewer diabetes...