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Finally, in the mind of one who actually believed it, the happy-matron-career woman notion promoted by Radcliffe is a dreadful illusion, and one which if taken seriously can keep us not only from developing our own possibilities, but from relating to other women. The contempt and distrust women have for each other, even when they are "friends," is the counterpart of the excessive awe we feel towards men, and part of what makes us sense that we would be utterly desolate without a man in our lives...
Finally, in the mind of one who actually believed it, the happy matron-career woman notion promoted by Radcliffe is a dreadful illusion, and one which if taken seriously can keep us not only from developing our own possibilities, but from relating to other women. The contempt and mistrust women have for each other, even when they are "friends," is the counterpart of the excessive awe we feel towards-men, and part of what makes us sense that we would be utterly desolate without a man in our lives...
Like the earlier Snowdon effort, Love of a Kind is an evocative film essay on human loneliness and eccentricity. There are amusing flashes, as when a bosomy matron hatches a chick in her cleavage, but the general mood is straightforwardly clinical. Fetishism is obviously poignant and, at times, repugnant to Snowdon. Just as his work on aging contained some hospital footage as brutal as any in MASH, he is again deliberately trying to stir his audience. In one vignette, a curmudgeonly lady remarks that upon her death, she wants her 35 dogs "quietly put to sleep." Unfortunately...
Finally, in the mind of one who actually believed it, the happy-matron-career woman notion promoted by Radcliffe is a dreadful illusion, and one which if taken seriously can keep us not only from developing our own possibilities, but from relating to other women. The contempt and mistrust women have for each other, even when they are "friends," is the counterpart of the excessive awe we feel towards men, and part of what makes us sense that we would be utterly desolate without a man in our lives...
...achieve. Leo and Margaret are jumping nude up and down in a swimming pool, surrounded by dozens of other patients, all under the supervision of a benign instructor, who keeps chanting, "Reach out, stretch out, feel the water. How do you feel?" "I feel wonderful," gushes one flabby matron. "I feel liberated," says another. Says Leo: "I feel embarrassed...