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...craft to create a world that is both familiar and unique. The look is cool and bright for Jane's scenes (she's the perky techno-mom), and warmer but tarnished for Dede's. The apartment Dede and Fred live in is a domestic mess bathed in an autumnal glow -- as if they lived inside a jack-o'-lantern and its teeth were the boy's cage...
...created precisely and dwelt on lovingly. In a sense, these shows are about the past -- a past, moreover, that most viewers personally remember (or, thanks to the media, think they remember). And though none of these eras are portrayed as totally idyllic, they give off a warm, comforting glow. Their problems seem more manageable when viewed in hindsight. We know how everything came...
...contestants are nice to look at -- knockouts, a couple of them. They are also played by men. This twist gives the burlesque a wierd glow and cues some wonderfully precise writing and acting. Pageant, conceived and directed by Robert Longbottom, never degenerates into drag queens unchained. Like Miss Industrial Northeast (Joe Joyce), who roller-skates while playing the Sabre Dance on her accordion, the show is perfectly poised on the precipice of farce. And like Miss West Coast (John Salvatore), who performs an interpretive dance called "The Seven Ages of Me," Pageant is all about ego and the denial...
...union movement seemed unstoppable in the 1930s, but by the time Geoghegan came along, it was developing, as he aptly puts it, "a nice, rosy, tubercular glow." He wonders about his own political commitment and why he is obsessed with labor and its ghosts. It may even be rootless, he thinks, to still be for something like "solidarity" or "community" during the Reagan era. In one moving passage, he describes the scene at a Wisconsin plant closing that marked the end for the Autoworkers local. Standing outside the plant, not knowing what to do, the members decide to scream...
...network's studio in New York City, Dark Willard would recite the morning's evil report. The map of the world behind him would be a multicolored Mercator projection. Some parts of the earth, where the overnight good prevailed, would glow with a bright transparency. But much of the map would be speckled and blotched. Over Third World and First World, over cities and plains and miserable islands would be smudges of evil, ragged blights, storm systems of massacre or famine, murders, black snows. Here and there, a genocide, a true abyss...