Word: luridly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Mexican-Americans live. At the confluence of the swooping freeways, the L.A. barrio begins. In tawdry taco joints and rollicking cantinas, the reek of cheap sweet wine competes with the fumes of frying tortillas. The machine-gun patter of slang Spanish is counterpointed by the bellow of lurid hot-rods driven by tattooed pachucos. The occasional appearance of a neatly turned-out Agringado (a Mexican-American who has adapted to Anglo styles) clashes incongruously with the weathered-leather look of the cholo (newly arrived, often wetback Mexican laborer). To the barrio dwellers, the rest of the world is Gringolandia...
Most people would call it a nightmare. Lloyd Williams, the 26-year-old New Yorker who created this sequence of images, calls it a work of art. The startling thing is that a great many Americans now agree with him. After five years of lurid reports about an "underground cinema," U.S. moviegoers have caught the show. For the first time, a large audience has tuned in on experimental film and is beginning to believe what a far-out few have been saying for years: the movies are entering an era of innovation that attempts to change the language of film...
...passion; in Santa Monica, Calif. Sixteen, nubile and stagestruck, Evelyn arrived in Manhattan from Pittsburgh, Pa., in 1901, joined the chorus line, became the mistress of famed Architect Stanford White (Pennsylvania Station), and later married a weak-minded millionaire playboy named Harry K. Thaw-whom she goaded with lurid tales of her escapades with White. On June 25, 1906, Thaw walked up to White in a cabaret, and without a word put three bullets in his head-whereupon Evelyn went to her husband's defense, helped get him acquitted on grounds of insanity. Thaw spent 15 years...
...Beerbohm thought that she shed an aura of lurid supernaturalness. Dumas the elder described her voice as "a spring that ripples and leaps over golden pebbles." One awed critic wrote that watching her was as fascinating as watching a wild animal in a cage. She herself apparently felt like a great tigress stalking among fluttering doves; she always claimed that she once tried to persuade a famous surgeon to graft a tiger's tail to her spine so that she could lash it about when she got angry. To her fans, she was known as "Sarah the Divine...
Most recently, Grove Press has published A Secret Life, a book by an anonymous Victorian who led a lurid life. Although the book's contents might easily be judged obscene (the index alone is enough to shock most of us) it will probably not be brought to court...