Word: bittersweet
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...supposed to have morals, but this little flesh flick does not--at least not in the parietal hours sense. It was included in the trio for the sake of the "Coming Attractions," and for those viewers who enjoy watching seminude women. Although the imbecilic plot was meant to be bittersweet, women's leagues will probably call it tasteless, since it has the camera constantly leering at Sylvia Koscina in a blouse slit to the waist...
...Suffering begins? As the favorite art form of Zen Buddhist monks, haiku always have a curiously bittersweet quality even at their happiest. This still, sad music is apparent in Takeda's meditations on both joyous and sorrowful feasts of the Christian year. For Good Friday he writes: A Holy Rood...
...dancing, drinking and casual lovemaking, the festival has a bittersweet air. After their nightlong revels, Budapest's residents pick their way to work along pock-marked sidestreets, gaze absently at the stripped-bark scaffolding on buildings gutted by Soviet tanks during the 1956 rebellion, queue up for the consumer goods that always seem to be in short supply. The Red army still stays prudently hidden in its camps ringing Budapest, and the hated AVH secret police have been replaced by a less conspicuously murderous bunch known as BKH, but nobody is enthusiastic about the "permissiveness" shown lately by Premier...
...bittersweet mood of boredom (in every scene a clock seems to be ticking) is classically Chekhovian. The actors-Alexei Batalov and lya Savvina-are at once wholly natural and wholly professional, and Director Josef Heifitz' black-and-white camera work, while academic, manages magically to evoke the torpid heat of Yalta, the snowy chill of Moscow. And nowhere in the film is there a foot of propaganda-either for home consumption or for foreign eyes...
...Charley Conerly of legendary lore. Boys, lean and brimming with youthful vigor, horseplayed around-almost as if they were unconscious of the pretty coeds who watched them. Right down to the blue and maroon freshman beanies, the scene was of the sort to make alumni hearts swell with bittersweet memories of days long gone. But beneath all the laughter, beneath all the seeming exuberance, was an ugly, constantly recurring question. "When," the kids asked one another, "will the nigger come...