Word: luridness
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Meanwhile, the Ripper has become Britain's best-known unknown man. Thousands of people have listened to his chilling recorded threat on a special phone line police set up in the hope that someone would recognize the Ripper's voice. British tabloids have been filled with lurid accounts of his grisly deeds. Streetwalkers in the Ripper's favorite stalking grounds have been advised to remain indoors, and, to the chagrin of their customers, some are taking the advice. One thing is all but certain: the Ripper will call again...
This is standard pornographic fare, but for the horrified spectators, most of them women, last week's show was a shocker. After they saw the slides, they headed into the street to inspect for themselves the district's lurid attractions that include hookers (male and female), porn shops, topless bars and X-rated movies...
...magazines, Time. Campus Shock is a Time cover story filled with water and wood pulp, a distended magazine article--the very titles wail with the self-justifying banshee pitch of the media-hyped Big Story: "Campus Shock," "Sexual Anarchy," "Grade Frenzy." And the vignettes, written in the best lurid style of not even Time, but True Detective...
...inspired by sketches by the late Rudolf Heinrich for Santa Fe's U.S. premiere of the shorter Lulu in 1963) captures the work's heartless, hypocritical milieu with a doorway here, a sofa or a plant there. All is gelid grays and greens except for the lurid red of Lulu's dress and wig. The stage is framed by two skeletal, metallic walls that recede almost to a vanishing point. In the final scene, when Lulu has ended up as a prostitute in a London attic, the walls suggest the street below, but they also suggest...
DRACULA'S LONELINESS acquires real dimension, because after he has obliged us by providing a series of lurid thrills, we pull out on him too. And he goes knowing that he'll be back, that you can't keep a good man down, that you can't put a stake through your own heart of darkness. So we return to our isolated hells, knowing that he has the answer to our terminal loneliness, our inability to know--really know--other human beings: ingest them...