Word: kitchener
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...nothing. It's the break." One by one they get up, stretch, talk wistfully of places they would like to live, things they would like to do. Savagely the German mocks them. "This place, this madhouse will always be here. When you go, when I go-the kitchen stays. When we die it goes on. We work here, sweat our guts out, and yet . . . it's nothing. The kitchen means nothing to you and you mean nothing to the kitchen, nothing...
...Kitchen (A.C.T. Films; Kingsley) is a socialist shocker-socialist because the kitchen in question is a ferocious attack on what's left of the profit system in Britain, a shocker in the sense that a steaming tureen of stew is a shocker when flung full in a customer's face. Adapted from a play by Arnold Wesker, a soapbox socialist and onetime pastry cook who at 29 is currently the fashionable prole among Britain's angry young dramatists. The Kitchen describes with stupendous drive a day in the help's half of a big London restaurant...
...begins, the early man stirs in his sleep on the kitchen floor, gets up and lights the grill. One by one the others arrive. The chef is a narrow-eyed old-timer who minds his peas and cutlets. The fish cook (Carl Mohner) is a burly young German bursting with aggressive force, manic charm, balked ambition and jealous lust for a pretty, flirty waitress (Mary Yeomans). The butcher is a steady boozer who loathes the "lousy forriners'' he works with and keeps squalling:' "Speak bloody English!" The vegetable cook is a soiled blimp who waggles her massive...
...here!" Waitresses scream, cooks curse, knives flash, fat crackles, urns squeal, sweat spews out of every pore and food leaps furiously from pot to plate as though it were alive. Faster the pace, wilder the tumult. Like a runaway reactor, like a Beethoven rising to full frenzy the great kitchen gathers itself and surges, thunders, mindlessly explodes in a tremendous climax of comestibles...
...connect the academic with their lives." An equally nasty remark from "a sharp-eyed Brooklyn College senior" prefaces this insult from "a faculty member": "I sometimes imagine that I see these girls on a conveyor belt which shuffles them through four years of college... to the altar and the kitchen...