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...theory that there's some sort of vague socially redeeming value or at least some source of moral relief in that thought, Jong brings us Fanny, seven years after Isadora--the woman who admitted she was flattered when her lover felt at ease farting in her presence--slept her way to stardom in Fear of Flying. Some will hail Fanny as a reflection of Jong's maturation as a writer. In a sense, that analysis is correct--if Isadora was raunchy, then Fanny Hackabout-Jones is downright base...
With the British trapped in Boston, Cambridge became the cork on the bottle. Thousands of colonials poured into the town, sending Harvard to Concord so the College buildings could be used as barracks. But most of the soldiers slept in tents, a sight Emerson described: "Who would have thought, 12 months past, that all Cambridge would be covered with American camps and cut up into forts and entrenchments?... It is very diverting to walk among the camps. They are as different in forms as the owners are in their dress, every tent a portraiture of the temper and tastes...
Years of practice haven't brought Edouard Choiseul (Jean Rochefort), a professional pianist, closer to perfecting the one art that is his true passion -- womanizing. As his ex-wife (Annie Girardot) explains to him, he has slept with his wife's best friends and his best friends' wives and no one trusts him any longer. At first a farcial, light-hearted portrayal of an over extended, frantic womanizer, the film becomes a dramatic, often poignant probing of Edouard's moral and psychological dilemma...
...Waits exited the place after one too many magazine articles had mentioned his residence there, resulting in one too many adoring fans knocking on his door at four in the morning. He moved to an apartment on Crenshaw Boulevard. Then to a house in Silver Lake. From there he slept in a series of seedy motels until the day he headed for the Big Apple...
...little while later the rat-a-tat of machine-gun fire could be heard in the distance, then the ka-boom of tank guns. The shooting continued sporadically through the afternoon and into the night. We slept fitfully and the next morning boarded the bus for the return journey to Kandahar. Not surprisingly, the bus was full...