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...lesser troubles. For example, instead of remaining a simple documentary, it tries to have a plot. There is a made-up story about a divorcee who comes to Los Angeles, and the story serves as a thread for the movie's savage comments on life in this bucket of human crabs. The thin story and the perceptive camera's eye rarely support each other. For the plot gives the divorcee's sufferings a point, when the documentary is shrieking all the time that they have no point. Towards the end of the story, it even seems likely that...
...start of hostilities that the Portuguese were under orders to wage a scorched-earth campaign. Only real damage that the Portuguese inflicted was to blow up the main water pipes outside of Pangim. Each guest at Pangim's Mandavi Hotel last week was given a single bucket of rusty well water to shave and bathe, and bootleg water sold at one rupee (14 cents) per pail. Obviously overmatched, and equipped with armored vehicles that were little better than museum pieces, the Portuguese defenders had surrendered quietly, and by last week they were packed off to prisoner-of-war camps...
...quieter time. In Indiana everyone cut his own tree in the woods and decorated it with strings of popcorn, gingerbread men, chains of red and green paper, and small colored candles (it was a worrisome thing for Father, who planted himself in a nearby chair with a bucket of water at hand). On Christmas Eve the whole town went to church to see the tableaux of the Nativity performed by the Sunday School children, draped in tablecloths, piano covers and nightgowns. Next morning came the presents (usually clothing); some, such as heavy coats and shoes, were store-bought...
...Soviet Union, romance took the form of girl-loves-tractor. In Communist China, it is girl-loves-bucket. Gushed a Red propagandist: "The girl carries away the soil as the boy dredges the pond. Sweat drips from their bodies. The girl does not complain of fatigue, although she has carried a thousand loads; nor does the boy feel the chill in the mud. It is not convenient to talk to each other, but they understand each other at heart. Both are heroic fellows. They work until the stars disappear and the sun rises...
Ever since the last Baker Electric hummed down Main Street, dowager at the tiller, rose in the bud vase, esoteric autophiles have been yearning for the return of the stately "bucket of volts" that was as quiet as a railroad watch and almost as cheap to operate...