Word: metaphoritis
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Perhaps this film is a metaphor for the myth of the triumphant post-war America, and the subsequent disillusionment that left Americans feeling "arid." Perhaps the Old Country is sending us a message to renew our strength by returning to a simpler lifestyle, and then renew our striving for our old ideals. Perhaps Robert Traven represents the hero of our own lives that we were all meant to be. And, perhaps, this is all a bit much...
...have some responsibility in actuality and in metaphor for the preservation of silviculture. It seems highly unlikely that any work capable of sustaining the continuity of silviculture which interests us could go on without substantially more money than Harvard has offered," agreed Trow, head of the Stillman Forest Committee...
...Intersection, 1979, streets rear up like the skycrapers that line them; pavements snake at terrific speed down the canvas; wires and yellow traffic lines cut and chop; everything seems to be on the point of falling, flaking or sliding into the Pacific, and the city becomes a meticulously ordered metaphor of anxiety. No one has ever painted this allegedly laid-back town in this way before; and after seeing Thiebaud's disturbing images, it is hardly possible to see the place in the same way again. Whether the tourist business will thank him for it remains a moot point...
...disturbingly funny, stupid gag that runs through the film is Mrs. Meyer's cooking. She is able to create life from the leftovers that she piles in the stewpot, lifeforms that are definitely not meant to be. Clearly, Mrs. Meyer's cuisine is a metaphor for Savage Steve Holland's leftover film, which is indeed (I gotta say it) better off dead...
...playwrights storm to greatness, some proclaim their devotion to great virtue, and some achieve majesty by all the while seeming to seek after something smaller. Athol Fugard uses deceptively simple language and stories to explore vividly specific individuals, yet he makes every wrong step between them seem a natural metaphor for some larger collision of mankind. He knows that the domestic quarrel is the central tragedy of any age. It is this pained acuity about the buffeting nature of daily life, even more than his passionate denunciation of the social system in his native South Africa, that makes Fugard...