Word: cartoons
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...learning that he has been speaking prose" all his life. Suddenly, there was the commercial vernacular of America, that amniotic fluid in which every collector had been nurtured, right there on the museum wall. And the curious paradox was that, in Lichtenstein's case, the fluid -those cartoon images of teen-agers and Korean War jets-was transparent. After a while the imagery hardly got in the way at all, and Lichtenstein could be treated as a formalist much more readily than, say, Claes Oldenburg, with his gross impurities and gargantuan appetite for metaphor...
...government last week added cereals and flour to its list of strictly rationed commodities, which already include meat and sugar. Meanwhile, the queues of hapless shoppers grow ever longer as bread, milk and cooking oil get scarcer. Only Polish humor, it sometimes seemed, was still in abundance. A cartoon in Solidarity's weekly newspaper showed two Poles discussing politics. "I hear Solidarity is pouring oil on the waters," says one. The other answers: "Hmmm, I wonder where they got it? " -By Thomas A. Sancton...
...Sack Cheri lobby. Posters of the movies alone presage man burning in eternal hell. Caveman, with a cartoon Barbara Bach performing oral sex on a dinosaur's tail; Superman II (just when you thought it was safe to go back in the air...?); Heaven's Gate (now weakly billed as "the most controversial film of the year!"--if I threw up and then demanded a paying audience that would be controversial...
...when the name of Joseph Bell, 15, who had been missing since March 3, was added to the list. Atlanta has a worsening problem in other crimes as well. The city's black police chief, George Napper, who has a Ph.D. in criminology, sees his job in grim cartoon-like terms. Says he: "When you're up to your ass in alligators, it's hard to remember your purpose is draining the swamp...
COMIC OPERA is a genre that glories in stylization. The simple joys of highly rouged prima donnas pouting with vanity, sighing village simpletons and cartoon-strip gestures flourish at Lowell House this weekend in Gaetano Donizetti's The Elixir of Love, a production which remains unabashed and comfortable in its use of devices that have pleased audiences for centuries--and balances them well enough to sustain its momentary lapses into camp and slang...