Word: bohemianism
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Carpenter Center has certainly never claimed to be an art school that teaches technique to the bohemian artist. For Carpenter Center, as the exhibition makes so very clear, has succeeded in making art academic for the academic Harvard student. As an Economics professor might assign a paper topic, so the VES professor will give his students a particular, theoretical problem of design and ask them to solve it using very simple visual techniques. And as the courses are repeated year after year, the problems themselves become perennial...
...accomplishing. Dwight C. Barnaby's first chapter from a forthcoming novel (Durftenfaust) is too short to demonstrate more than a snatch of potential, but Alice Van Buren's "Twelve O'clock" (another first chapter) does more. It begins the memoirs of a self-pitying, broken-down, and impotent young Bohemian painter who's retreated so far from the world that he has absolutely no one to talk to-an unlikeable schlemihl, except for his occasional self-denigrating humor. The problem Van Buren gives him is a variation on a dusty science fiction device-he finds he can stop time...
...those afternoons, Chloe (ZouZou), former girlfriend of a former friend, visits him in his office, first begging for a job, then mounting a seductive siege upon him. Chloe is a rootless Bohemian who hops from one night club job to another with sophisticated promiscuity. Though Frederic disapproves of her life style, her availability during his empty afternoons subdues his initial queasiness. The rest of the movie becomes a teased out elaboration of the question, will Frederic or will he not sleep with Chloe? He sees her daily, wines and dines her, lies to his wife when he arranges his rendez...
ONCE AGAIN, this time with The Savage Messiah Ken Russell has reduced the art of biography to semi-porno voyeurism in Bohemian meller terms the least we might expect from biography is a token effort at vensimulitude. But Russell ransacks the facts and substitutes his hyped-up version of artistic truth in tasteless tribute to the life of Henri Gaudier Brzeska...
EARLY IN THE FILM, Gaudier Brzeska is chased by guards from the Louvre for indecent dress, an untucked shirttail. He cludes them to emerge sprawied stop a giant Negro sculpture, screaming with messianic fervor. "Art is alive! People have to be shocked into life!" At a Bohemian dinner Gaudier Brzeska's lack of restraint disgusts his pseudo-sophisticate hosts. An art dealer, Shaw baits him maliciously until his braggadaccio traps him into promising an exhibition of non-existent marble sculptures the following morning. So the irrepressible Gaudier Brzeska drags a simpering homosexual friend out of bed rushes to a cemetery...