Though I was far too young to understand the naughtiness of the film, to my mind there remains no woman in the world as slinkily
glamorous as Olivia Newton John when transformed into "sexy Sandy".
Despite the logistical issues his film fails to address, director Julius Alfonso finds bracing ways to keep 'Deadma Walking' sharp and bracingly entertaining-with a lot of help from appealing lead stars, Joross Gamboa and Edgar Allan Guzman, who slinkily
sashay and sizzle as gay 'beshies' John and Mark, respectively.
Oraine Johnson, the street cred' Tommy, must be every ailurophile's favourite pantomime cat: pounceperfect, bling-tastic, Public Enemyesque, slinkily
hypnotic, tutting and gliding Egyptian-style into your hearts.
As the gorgeous celebrities pair up with their even more gorgeous professional dance partners each year and rumba slinkily
under the glitterball, the rumours fly, often not without foundation.
Ask her the same question on another day, and she might tell you a different story--but that was the story she told me, and it's a story that ends with Aristophanes, a Taiwan-based female MC whose music involves rapping slinkily
in Mandarin over seasick, glitchy beats.
The new mother - and the night's main attraction - didn't disappoint, walking slinkily
on stage adorned with a striking red beret and an equally bold kneelength dress.
dressed girls offer window-dressing, which Jackman doesn't seem to need.
Looking deeply tanned, coiffured and slinkily
dressed, she was moaning that she couldn't afford the pounds 100 needed to stay over in the Canaries while awaiting another flight.
To Martin Stauning's stormy, uneasy score for piano and violin, Elizabeth Brown, Madeline Deavenport, and Lauren Toole stalked slinkily
forwards and backwards on pointe, occasionally deviating from their narrow prescribed routes to wriggle through twisty, syncopated solos.
But listen to the thematic development, hear the orchestral soloists - and then savour Petrenko's slinkily
laid-back interpretation of the central part of this piece, and most would agree this is a masterpiece.
Likewise, Somebody's Saturday Night is slinkily
slick blues, and Selfish Gene sits somewhere between Little Feat and Steve Miller.
Pearl may well be the gem of the same name -with its kaleidoscope of symbolic references -and/or a female whisked from the audience to join the troupe by a wonderfully wicked Pierrot (Isabelle Woywode, who is part Shakespearian sprite, part Vulcan, part Joel Grey's Cabaret MC and all slinkily