Word: hipness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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JAFFE SEEMS to think she's hip. As she parades her characters through the wreckage of conventional mores and non-chalantly points out homosexuality, feminism, premarital sex and other seventies concepts, Jaffe strains to create a sense of insight, a feeling that she has artfully revealed new truths about our society, about women, or families, or something. But the unrivalled conventionality of her vision, the banality of her language, and the vapidity of her characters make you wonder if Rona Jaffe has ever stepped outside her New York apartment. She writes as if she's been watching...
...unusual to see a Kurdish woman dressed in an elaborately embroidered homespun costume going about her chores with a child on one hip and a Kalashnikov rifle on the other. "We've got the will to fight," says one woman, patting her weapon affectionately, "and the means." The men are walking arsenals, with guns and cartridge belts at their hips and hand grenades dangling in leather pouches at their sides. Tucked away in the hills and valleys is heavier equipment, including machine guns, antitank weapons and artillery...
Remember to watch for dropped flies, pop-ups, surprisingly bad performances by superstars, a bad throw from right field by Dwight Evans, and very probably a sprained ankle--or more likely--a fractured ulna or battered hip or broken tibia. These are the curses which blow in from Cleveland, land of the perverse and mindbending mysterious. These are the kind of things which only happen in conjunction with Cleveland...
JAFFE SEEMS to think she's hip. As she parades her characters through the wreckage of conventional mores and nonchalantly points out homosexuality, feminism, premarital sex and other 70s concepts, Jaffe strains to create a sense of insight, a feeling that she has artfully revealed new truths about our society, about women, or families, or something. But the unrivaled conventionality of her vision, the banality of her language, and the vapidity of her characters make you wonder if Rona Jaffe has ever stepped outside her New York apartment. She writes as if she's been watching TV for the last...
WHEN HARVARD SQUARE was looted and rioted at the turn of the last decade, the first buildings to go were the boutiques and the banks. They smashed out all the plate glass windows, threw Molotov cocktails, and took particular relish in destroying those fashionable, hip boutiques...