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Some venturesome souls achieve fame by scaling the world's highest peaks or plumbing the oceans' deepest bottoms. Their feats faithfully find their way into the Guinness Book of World Records, as do the odysseys of marathon smoke-ring blowers, balloonists, goldfish swallowers, grape eaters, yo-yo spinners, Scrabble players, prune devourers, face slappers, Pogo-stick jumpers, leapfroggers, barrel jumpers, needle threaders and record breakers in 10,000 other Record-worthy categories. For the past two weeks, in a guerrilla assault on Guinness, 200 young Californians assembled in Los Angeles to topple records or immortalize themselves...
...Clayton's staging. He shoots the love scenes in gauzy soft focus. Everything gleams: bracelets, sunlight on glasses, leaves on trees, even eyeballs. This is at best. At worst, when Clayton photographs the lovers dancing together in a vast, empty ballroom or kissing, their images reflected in a goldfish pond, he seems to have lapsed into some middle ground between self-parody and self-flagellation...
...version of the national passion for dancing. (Favorite songs for 1939 included "Deep in a Dream," "Wishing," and "I Didn't Know What Time It Was.") Meanwhile, Time magazine records the fact that a Harvard freshman, one Lothrop Witlington of Holworthy Hall, initiated the radically inane practice of goldfish swallowing, a fad which then spread to other universities...
...cottage window on nature and, sure enough, starting right on schedule with January, records the seasons as they come and go at Tinker Creek in Virginia. After the obligatory prologue resolving to "cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity," pace Thoreau, she introduces her obligatory cat and a goldfish named Ellery Channing. Then onto your feet. In "the long slant of light that means good walking," she points out the sights: the creek, 17 ft. wide; a favorite Osage orange tree; a sycamore log bridge; a tiny grassy island; a quarry; woods leading up to the Blue Ridge Mountains: Brushy, McAfee...
...those emminently ignorable things not worth going to unless you've got friends in the cast or something. That this is one of the better shows to come along is hardly going to make 1974 for me, or anyone else. But now that people are swallowing goldfish again, maybe nothing makes much difference...