Word: lowbrow
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Disgusting, repulsive, lowbrow, nauseating. I'm no Victorian, but those individuals should crawl into a hole and pull it in after them-and take TIME with them...
Whenever Bernard Cabanes, 41, editor in chief of Agence France Presse, would run into Bernard Cabanes, 51, editor of the lowbrow morning daily, Le Parisien Libéré (circ. 800,000), the two identically named journalists would trade mistaken-identity stories-like the time in 1963 when police in Algeria arrested one of them for criticizing the government in print, when they really wanted the other. Last week the Bernard Cabanes who headed the news agency was buried. He was the victim of French journalism's bloodiest labor dispute in decades-and, once again, of mistaken identity...
...falls madly in love with Cesario, who is really the shipwrecked Viola (Kathleen Widdoes) in male disguise. Before the plot is piloted to safe harbor, there are mistaken identities to be resolved, twin brother and sister to be reunited, true love's partners to be mated, and the lowbrow comic shenanigans of that Tweedledum-Tweedledee pair Sir Toby Belch (Leslie Yeo) and Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Frank Maraden) to beguile the time. The entke company is rich in skill and works with selfless unity to bring out the very best in the play...
...dogma of equality of results turns up some bizarre arguments. In his recent book More Equality, Herbert J. Gans, a Columbia University sociologist, draws up a scenario for "cultural equality" that would eliminate "invidious status and other distinctions between 'highbrow,' 'middlebrow' and 'lowbrow' levels of taste." "A culturally equal society," writes Gans approvingly, "would thus treat all ways of expressing oneself and acting as equal in value, status and moral worth." But why should a taste for Lawrence Welk instead of Pablo Casals, or Jacqueline Susann instead of James Joyce, be held of equal...
There's no joy at Ferreri's table: their passions and appetites spent the revelers have no place to go. It's the presence of melancholy and death in the face of a sensational bacchanal that distinguishes Ferreri's feast of carrion from its lowbrow cousins. Characters in porn movies are evaluated with regard to their sexual prowess and their freedom from guilt, and they are never more than temporarily unhappy: more frequent and more intense sex can solve any passing malaise. But here, the pleasures of the flesh are but harbingers of the coffin, and Ferreri's pestilential houseparty...