Though August in New Orleans means endless, sweaty, hot and humid days where we hide indoors and hope our air conditioners can handle the strain, the word also happens to be a delightful, little adjective.
Amidst the cigarette smoke and the scent of unwashed bodies seeping the spirits they’ve consumed all evening, you feel a pang of hunger in your belly. You desperately need a little something to soak up the cocktails you’ve been sipping on all night long and your eyes are drawn to the communal bowl of snacks, a staple of bars all across America.
make-up, gives a broad performance as Alfred Hitchcock, but it seems to work since I did begin to care about the “character” and his problems. What doesn't work are scenes of Hitchcock having day dreams/fever dreams of himself conversing and interacting with Gein (Michael Wincott).
Christopher Louis Romaguera
September 25, 2006. Seventy-fi ve thousand people packed into the Superdome to watch the fi rst football game in New Orleans in nearly 21 months. With the city cramming fi ve thousand more people than capacity into the Dome, you could hear your ears pop from the pressure.