Word: fright
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...major French painter in those traumatic years resembled Kirchner's paroxysm of self-pity-the haggard artist displaying the raw (but fictional) stump of his amputated painting hand becomes, as the nude in the background makes clear, an allegory of castration as well as loneliness and fright...
Whatever the motive for arson, the result is fright and despair among inner-city residents. Says Dorothy Maeda, chairman of Humboldt Park's arson committee: "It's a terrifying feeling never knowing when you go to sleep at night whether a fire bomb will come through the window." Along Boston's once elegant Symphony Road, where fire has gutted 29 of the 74 apartment buildings in the past four years, tenants live in constant fear of flames. "Everybody around here is jumpy," says local resident Sadie Ellis. "Whenever I hear sirens I turn the radio down...
...softness he achieved with the chorus, rather than the customary piling up of decibels. The soloists were a uniformly excellent band of singers-though how they fared dramatically depended on the whim of Director Jean-Pierre Ponnelle, former Wunderkind of European opera. Ponnelle attired his Electra in a red fright wig and managed the considerable feat of making Soprano Carol Neblett look less than gorgeous. Electra may be a mixed-up lady; she does not have to be a visual horror. As Idamante, Mezzo Maria Ewing sang with enough splendor to suggest that the gods had blessed her early...
...because it parleys Daltrey's working class consciousness. Daltrey once told a reporter he was happiest to be a rock musician because "it kept him out of the factories." Daltrey's self-styled punk star of the song "is a face in the mirror that may give you a fright," a narcissistic star who graces the cover of the album, "but he's alright," the song reassures...
...Rasputin of fraud. The straggly hair that frames his craggy Florentine features is a fright wig of deceit. His flamingo legs carry him with awkward zest from sin to sin, while his tongue utters unguentary lies. Yet we are too conscious that he is a self-aware villain, scoring stunning acting points without carrying complete emotional conviction. And Stefan Gierasch's Orgon is not quite the ideal foil. He seems more like an exacerbated paterfamilias who wants Tartuffe to cow his recalcitrant brood rather than a breathless gull hopelessly infatuated by a bogus saint...