Word: cooker
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...first act of Samuel Beckett's Happy Days Winnie, the heroine, finds herself telling a little story. It's about a couple named Shower (or Cooker) who stand and watch Winnie for a while, Winnie being buried up to her waist in a mound of earth. Mr. Shower (or Cooker), after drooling some obscenities, asks "what's the idea? what does it mean?" The success of Happy Days is to provide an answer so subtle and dramatic that the audience, in reaching for it, becomes a virtual participant in the play...
...stumbles on a cave that gives some shelter and contrives to start a fire with yellow rocks that burn like low-grade coal. On the third day, oxygen gone, he discovers that the rocks release it when they are heated, and in jig time he rigs up a pressure cooker and replenishes his tanks. A few days later, led by the small South American monkey that shared his spaceship, he finds a spring of clear water, and in the water a plant that bears edible tubers...
...many a sun-worshiping Southern Californian, the thick, eye-irritating blanket that often covers Los Angeles and has already pushed past the mountains into the San Fernando Valley is almost a way of life. The acrid murk is concocted in the area's own natural pressure cooker. A pair of the state's most abundant resources, sunshine and automobiles, cooperate...
...Pressure Cooker. True enough, a lithography studio like Tamarind does resemble an industrial plant-it is full of polished stones, pots of ink, presses, reams of handmade paper. The artist's task, in the simplest form of lithography, is to draw his work on flat stone with a greasy crayon. A printer-artisan wets the stone with water, which the grease rejects, and then rolls on ink, which the grease accepts. When the artisan presses paper to the stone, the ink prints the work of art, and the process can be repeated as many times as the artist requires...
Named for the Hollywood street it faces, Tamarind is a complex of white-stucco-walled buildings where the lights generally burn late seven nights a week. "This place is a kind of a pressure cooker," says Director Wayne, 46. "If you don't have a lot of time to fool around, dammit, you don't fool around." The time ends in 1965, when the Ford subsidies stop and Tamarind will have to try to carry on by itself...