Word: loins
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...loin films multiply, newspapers must endlessly ask themselves: What is an acceptable movie ad? In the absence of legal storm-fencing (obscenity is largely determined by "contemporary community standards"), there are as many qualifications for acceptability as there are papers. In movie-ad censorship, every sheet is self-laundering...
...from the big house on the hill," Negro slaves-as well as many poor white tenant farmers-learned to make edible meals out of the vegetables and meats that their masters regarded as waste. Turnips went up the hill; turnip greens stayed down. Whites slaughtered pigs for the ham, loin, bacon and spare ribs; Negroes made do with the pigs' feet ("trotters"), knuckles, tails, ears, snouts, neck, backbones, hocks, stomach (hog maw) and other innards. Today, as 200 years ago, the true "stone soul" dish is chitterlings, pronounced "chitlins." These are the small intestines of a pig, boiled, marinated...
Part of the nutritional problem is caused by ignorance and custom: the black Southern diet is based on the pig. Southern pigs yield some meat, but that doesn't last long. At pigkilling time--usually near the beginning of fall--families have a few meals of bacon and pork loin. From then on, dinner consists of the other pig parts--the ears, the tail, the chittlins (intestines), and--worst of all--the fatback...
...hantent les musees et les adolescents." Michel Legrand's music (never absent--like Cherbourg, the film is entirely sung) makes much use of half a dozen excellent themes; a ridiculously Rachmanioffy piano concerto and the chanson de Maxence are particularly memorable. Demy's lyrics simple and direct ("Estelle loin d'ici? Est-elle pres de moi? Je n'en sais rien encore mais je sais qu'elle existe.") advancing exposition without heavy reliance on metaphor or fantastic imagery: Solange (Francoise Dorleac) asks her Delphine, "Qu'est-ce que tu as?" and Deneuve sings back bluntly, "Je suis triste...
Fifty years ago, eight-year-old Rumer Godden began to write a novel. "Peggy," read one memorable sentence, "looked round and saw a tigiger and a loin roring...