Word: fannings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...their brains as they moved toward a tree line or a Vietnamese village, and in bizarre synaptic flips between reality and pictures, they would see themselves for an instant as, say, Audie Murphy winning his Congressional Medal of Honor in To Hell and Back. One writer called these dislocating fan tasies "life-as-movie, war-as-war-movie, war-as-life." The men could ridicule "John Wayneing," but the effect was metaphysically spooky. And, of course, it could get you killed...
...addition, companies benefit because their stockpiled inventories of crude, bought at lower prices, also rise in value. That alone will be enough to anger a public already critical of the oil industry, and the continuing rise in gasoline and other fuel costs will only fan the resentments...
...Rowell shows, he contrived to graft the tradition of the icon-with its deep frame and boxy space, and its applied incrustation in the form of halos, plaques, ex-votos and jewels fixed on the paint surface-to cubist sculpture. A work like Woman with a Fan (1914) combines both; it is almost as hieratic as a Russian saint. Yet nothing could have been more modern than the funnel Archipenko inserted into the design, like a negative breast, a conical hole that goes straight through the canvas at the back, turning painting into sculpture with one gesture...
...heart Couple is but a cloying romantic comedy, partially camouflaged by characteristic Altman flourishes. The pair are Alex (Paul Dooley) and Sheila (Marta Heflin), lonely souls who meet via a video dating service. It is not love at first sight. Alex is a middle-aged classical music fan who is still under the thumb of his large, oppressively patriarchal Greek family. Sheila is younger, a rock singer, and lives with ambisexual fellow band members in a loft commune. When Sheila explains to Alex that her loft is located in the Little Tokyo section of Los Angeles, he replies, "All those...
...short story is like an old friend who calls whenever he is in town. We are happy to hear from it, we casually fan the embers of past intimacies, buy it lunch. But we seem to have less in common these days. It is a bit of an embarrassment. The short story is earnest and intense as always. It is hard to tell it that movies are more fun. And there are other reasons for unease: the short story is a financial failure and its domestic life is a mess. Most of the old mass magazines that once made room...