Two lovers dancing cheek to cheek
as closely as a film of sweat
that doesn’t drip although you’re wet,
as blessed as the blissful meek
were said to be once, in a sermon
in Galilee upon a mountain,
two coins in a Trevi fountain,
a mermaid dancing with a merman.
Elvis Mitchell reviews Paul Newman’s latest movie, “Where the Money Is” (“Waking Up the Butch Cassidy Inside Newman’s Supposed Stroke Victim, ” NYT, April 14,2000) . Paul Newman feigns a stroke and is tested by Linda Fiorentino, who plays the role of a nurse who tries to break him down. “She gives him one of those pelvic grinds of hers, drawing closer to him than a layer of sweat, and he remains unmoved, unlike the phalanx of saps she has driven to distraction in those semi-noirs best relegated to 2 a.m. runs on Cinemax.”
4/14/00
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