Word: fleshed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Such figures as the majestic green-feathered angel and the rigid Madonna on the lunette fresco from Sant'Angelo in Formis (see color overleaf) are flesh-made-geometry. Even when a mosaicist tried to be more "naturalistic," as the Venetian artist who executed a Head of an Apostle in Rome around 1218 seems to have done, the medium itself-thousands of glass cubes like colored teeth-automatically formalized the work...
...work of Gustave Moreau . . . des Esseintes saw, realized at last, the strange and superhuman Salome he had dreamed of . . . the accursed Beauty, marked out from all others by the catalepsy which stiffened her flesh and hardened her muscles; the monstrous Beast, indifferent, unresponsive, unfeeling and, like Helen in antiquity, poisoning everyone who came near...
...course, the home of the 17th century witch trials, a shining spot in any town's history that's guaranteed to get any pageant off to a great start. And this performance is very realistic; you're sure to like it if you can stand the smell of burning flesh. (Americans, recent production figures for napalm show, are actually very tolerant of burning flesh.) After the witch trials the show portrays Salem in the Revolutionary War and some other highlights in the town's colorful life. This is all part of the bicentennial celebration, and the show begins...
Wertmuller contrives to work Mimi into a position of moral criminality not much different from that of the gangsters he had earlier opposed. In one cruelly hilarious sequence, Mimi seduces the wife of the petty official who has cuckolded him with his wife. The women's gross flesh is the field of battle on which Mimi struggles to gain vengeance and restore what he insists upon thinking is his honor. In the end he just barely remains standing in the rubble of his double standard...
...Step right up . . . if you dare!" reads the blurb on the garishly illustrated cover. "See the werewolf turn into a real flesh-and-blood woman-right before your very eyes." This pitchman's approach, aimed at newsstand buyers of books on the occult, is misleading, for the product, a slim volume entitled The Circus of Dr. Lao, is no tawdry sci-fi thriller. It is instead a blending of the sardonic style of Ambrose Bierce and the homespun hyperbole of Mark Twain...