Word: mask
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...someone had merged The Odd Couple and The Sunshine Boys and peppered the mix with Kierkegaard and the Marx Brothers. Nor is that all. The unifying element is Jewish humor-skeptical, self-deprecating, fatalistic and with an underlying sadness that suggests that all the mirth is a self-protective mask hiding imminent lamentation...
...Barry is a lout at bottom, and he seems to be so incompetent an actor that it's hard to tell if this is what Kubrick intended. O'Neal is not only opaque but insubstantial--if you poked him he wouldn't be there. There's nothing behind the mask, and the mask is boring...
...journalist, skillfully blends both sides in his documentary about the cri sis of a culture. The cumulative effect of his book is like being overtaken by a glacier. Even when describing the rich life in a Cree hunting camp, where he produced an award-winning film, Richardson cannot really mask his sense of fatalism. He accepts the fact that the Indians must give ground. The dominant culture naturally asserts its necessities, even though they may go hand in hand with waste and inefficiency. The James Bay Project has already been muddied by corruption scandals and enormous cost overruns...
Such a rare internal investigation is sending waves of shock and rumor through the FBI. Morale was further jolted by the testimony last week of a former FBI informer. Appearing before the Senate committee wearing a cloth mask to preserve a new identity adopted for self-protection, an informer once known as Gary Rowe Jr. testified that he had infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan for the FBI in the early 1960s. He said he was told to do everything possible to sow dissension within the Klan. Rowe said of Klan families: "I was told to sleep with as many wives...
...indeed. In Plymouth, after a half-hour warmup by the folksy, dungareed, unnamed back-up band, a figure became distinguishable at stage rear. It was a masked man in a gray cowboy hat and black leather jacket, looking slender and spindly, picking his way cautiously forward through the microphones and cables. He gave his guitar a few licks and then, from behind the mask, started singing. The applause began to grow. After a pulsating rendition of an old favorite, It Ain 't Me, Babe, he pulled back the mask to reveal the familiar ironic smile and hawk...