Word: expection
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...expect you people back in the world to be concerned. You did your share back in '44, or was it '54, and now you're top tired to do more than mutter "What's this world coming...
...black leaders and that it might even contribute to new disorders in the ghettos. Herbert Carter, executive director of the Los Angeles County Human Relations Commission, was among the pessimists: "This plays into the hands of the separatists. They've been saying all along that all you can expect at the hands of the white community is racism. It's likely that the black community will pull into itself, become more alienated than before...
...plot springs from his search for moral equilibrium. Each of the characters closest to him seems to have found a partial solution. His partner, Blueboy, a shrewd, gamy con man, will play whatever role the whites expect of him with a comic and cynical flourish. His mistress, Kelly Sims, a college-educated chemist, bravely but quixotically banks her hopes for Negro progress on intellect. His eventual wife, Lila, a wise but unlettered country girl, has the "black granite" endurance that was once popularly thought to be the essential quality of the Negro race...
...perfect solution is a musical-a type of film in which style (its basic currency) and ideals (its subject) have freedom without getting too heavy. Brian Kahin's new Barbara Baby is more successful than one could expect. It investigates our dreams through idealistic characters whose flair infects the film. Inventive camerawork-pixillation, fantasy sequences, beautiful cutting-establishes the characters and their Panachethrough their appearances-and simultaneously exposes their shallowness, the characters, the limitations of their flair. The film, through its characters, maintains the ideal balance between being moving and shallow, romantic and absurd-not by attacking romanticism...
...confession, then, is that I didn't really expect to like Three Thirty Three. And as I difficulty read page after page, hoping to find reasons not to write an easily resented, condescending pan, I liked it less and less. Even the unbiased in the Lowell House Dining Hall whom I coyly asked, "Have you seen the Yearbook? How do you like it?" agreed with my own bigoted opinion: the book is not only bad, but the weakest product the men on Dunster Street have turned out in years...