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Plot

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Arielle Dombasle, a movie actress who is half of France’s most famous couple—her husband is Bernard-Henri Lévy, the dashing philosopher-journalist and timber-fortune heir—has hitherto been best known in this country for her appearance, in 1984, in the steamy miniseries “Lace,” in which she played one of the bitches who were not Phoebe Cates’s mother. She is about to present another facet of her artistic personality, that of chanteuse: next week she will be appearing at the Supper Club, performing hits from the forties and fifties that she delivers in a breathy Gallic soprano. The effect is as if Marilyn Monroe had attempted to channel Edith Piaf; and Dombasle, who is forty-eight and has long, honey-blond hair, a pronounced pout, and what has plausibly been described as the smallest waist in Paris, has been performing to capacity crowds all over France.

The other night, Dombasle was rehearsing in a recording studio in the West Twenties with the New York Big Band, which will be accompanying her at the Supper Club. She wore a clingy, fine-gauge cashmere sweater and low-rise jeans, her hair was pulled back into a fur scrunchie, and a pair of Chanel sunglasses sat atop her head. “Look how pretty they are! And so old!” she said, casting an approving eye over the mostly grizzled hea

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“Incidentally…which one of you bitches is my mother?”

By Paul Mavis

Name-dropping alert My lockdown blues were considerably lightened this week when I received a lovely email from famed composer/songwriter Nick Bicat, complimenting me on a review of Lace, the notorious ABC miniseries that Mr. Bicat enlivened with his wonderfully lush, full-throated score. As thanks, I thought a re-post was in order…on a far-better DVD review site, I might add.

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Sublime. A few years back, Warner Bros.’ Archive Collection dipped into its seemingly endless supply of 80s miniseries and made available one of the worst best ever telecast: 1984’s Lace, a compendium of stultifying romance novel conventions served up like a fresh turd on a silver platter, garnished with quail eggs and caviar: exotic, nauseating, delicious. Starring the entirely edible Phoebe Cates as porn queen-turned-porn queen Lili, as well as a few other actors who don’t matter, Lace embodies everything that was wrong with 80s television…and oh so right. Absolutely essential viewing for aficionados of bad/good TV, and for elitist snobs wh