Word: bree
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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With the standard North American Christmas dinner about as predictable as a Norman Rockwell rendering, the time has come to borrow from other countries their versions of foods that seem traditionally American: the turkey, the yam, the potato, the pumpkin. For starters, how about pumpkin soup? Or bawd bree, the rich hare broth of Scotland? It might be followed by Colombia's pato borracho (drunken duckling) or Gaelic roastit bubblyjock wi' cheston crappin (roast turkey with chestnuts) and rumblede-thumps (creamed potatoes and cabbage). Dessert could be Mexican torta del cielo, or a rum-flavored nut tart from...
...relied on grain. Their baps, bannocks, buns, oatcakes and scones are among the world's finest daily breadstuff's. Warren provides sound recipes for loaves and fishes, as well as for sturdy broses (porridge soups) and broths like the celebrated cock-a-leekie and crab-based partan bree; and, most memorably, the breakfast dishes, like oatcakes and honey, so highly praised by Samuel Johnson...
...Jane Fonda won an Oscar for this film She didn't work in Hollywood again until 1976. It's good to have you back, Jane, but Klute almost sustained us through those barren years. Somehow thrillers where the characters matter seem richer in atmosphere and tension--and Fonda's Bree Daniels, the call-girl who is the object of a shadowy killer, involves us so totally that the girl-in-the-abandoned-warehouse routine at the end doesn't even appear schematic (well, it does, but we're still scared to death). You gotta credit Alan J. Pakula though...
...Jane Fonda won an Oscar for this film. She didn't work in Hollywood again until 1976. It's good to have you back, Jane, but Klute almost sustained us through those barren years. Somehow thrillers where the characters matter seem richer in atmosphere and tension--and Fonda's Bree Daniels, the call-girl who is the object of a shadowy killer, involves us so totally that the girl-in-the-abandoned-warehouse routine at the end doesn't even appear schematic (well, it does, but we're still scared to death). You gotta credit Alan J. Pakula though...
...goes on before our very eyes, the nervous twitch furious with itself. Fonda is the smartest screen actress we have now. This film was the first chance she got (or took, anyway) to drown the brainless sex-kitten, and her work here almost equals the wonder of Klute's Bree Daniels...