Whatever else it may be, postmodern painting tends to be art-historically self-conscious, saturated with double entendres
, and executed in an astute, "crafty" way: tightly controlled no matter how impulsive and free-spirited it may look, no matter how uncanny the associations it engenders might seem.
The politics, moving as they are, play second fiddle to the songs and incessant double entendres
As double entendres
go it's about as subtle as being hit from behind by the Pontypool front row.
They try to be quippy with cute, bitchy double entendres
- as this show and ``Will & Grace'' demonstrate, no one trucks in gay stereotypes better than gays themselves - but they also seem to have a vested interest in having their guy do well.
In the case of gays, much of what is disappearing came into existence in the first place as defense mechanisms against exclusion - camp, for instance, provided a species of wit that turned straight culture's artifacts into double entendres
, by which homosexuals devised a rich, densely coded underground culture which, for all its abjection, had an uncanny quality of difference no longer discernible in contemporary gay life.
And there are lots of double entendres
to please Sandler fans.
She was luring men in with her siren call of double entendres
- "I'm a dab hand with meat and two veg," she trilled.
Not even double entendres
from auctioneer Cathy Elkies could spice things up.
The storyline revolves around the efforts of the proprietor of a rundown hotel to bring in extra business, resulting in a kaleidoscope of phalluses, double entendres
and downright filth.
His salons are extravaganzas in literary multimedia - fantasies, speculations, edifications, histories, surveys, anecdotes, sly and salacious observations, double entendres
, digs in the ribs, manuals of artistic technique, encapsulated dialogues.
But hey, at least Fatso gets to boldly go to LA and make loads of pathetic Carry On-style double entendres
about Uranus, Uhura's amazing entrance and charming gay George Takei with "my creamy buns".
Stone slinks through every frame, huskily trotting out the salty double entendres
- "Who knows if I'll ever come again?