The Dolls bring lascivious levity to the underworld
By Christie Chisholm
The Dolls know how to inject just the right amount of sex into a night out. This is assuming, of course, that to you “just the right amount” means hearing a few sassy vibrator jokes from beautifully coifed and costumed drag queens. Since the Puritans among us are steadily diminishing, there’s a good chance you’ll have a hell of a time.
Two British hit men sit in a dingy basement. Their only connection to the outside world is via a dumbwaiter, apparently rigged to an upstairs café. They jaw at each other, read trivial newspaper articles aloud and have problems with a faulty toilet. They receive orders for elaborate dishes through the dumbwaiter, but they don't know who the sender is. All the while they await the command for a mysterious kill.
Paradise Rules decks out peculiar adolescence in luxurious wares
Review by Adam Fox
Beyond J.D. Salinger's choke hold on the American vernacular, The Catcher in the Rye exemplifies the skill required in creating a relatable protagonist. Seventeen-year-old Holden Caulfield is pure adolescence, an angsty blend of innocence and precociousness.