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...scene between 29-year-old rake Brian (Gale Harold) and Justin (Randy Harrison), a kid of 17--count 'em, 17--years. No conveniently arranged sheets, no angst, no kisses shot from the back: in 10 hot minutes, QAF opens the closet of gay TV sexuality and chucks in a neon stick of dynamite...
...clean, well-squeegeed feel of the place. Luxuriant red tile framed the self-serve soda-machine area, sliced through by a row of white squares with the swaying-palm logo that serves as a visual counterpoint to the chain's trademark yellow zigzag. Above the order counter, in yellow neon script, were the words "Quality you can taste." Framed posters dotted the walls; off to the right, a series of renderings of In-N-Out outlets from bygone eras in the colorful-blur style of that great populist artist, Leroy Neiman. On the way to the bathroom, a display case...
...clean, well-squeegeed feel of the place. Luxuriant red tile framed the self-serve soda-machine area, sliced through by a row of white squares with the swaying-palm logo that serves as a visual counterpoint to the chain's trademark yellow zigzag. Above the order counter, in yellow neon script, were the words "Quality you can taste." Framed posters dotted the walls; off to the right, a series of renderings of In-N-Out outlets from bygone eras in the colorful-blur style of that great populist artist, Leroy Neiman. On the way to the bathroom, a display case...
...their stomachs. But the stage at the Luxor Hotel, where Blue Man Group has been playing since March, is four times the size of the troupe's entire theater in New York City, and the show has become Vegas-big as well. A third of the material is new--neon figures come to life onstage in one Western-themed bit--and the pipes-and-percussion music is a more prominent part of the show. The crowd reaction is bigger too--wild and happy, like a rock concert. Buddy Hackett never had it so good...
...looked up from where I was sorting faxes, my tie uncomfortably riding up my neck, my feet aching within my boxy, ill-fitting brown shoes. Standing there was a tall man with braids sticking out from under his neon-orange helmet. He wore tight red shorts and his muscles, everywhere, were coated with sweat...