Word: murmured
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Truffaut's The 400 Blows), occasionally even classic (Jean Vigo's Zero for Conduct). Such adventures into the past require a good deal of perspective if they are to be anything more than sentimental souvenirs. This quality is in short supply in Louis Malle's reminiscence, Murmur of the Heart...
...some ways, the activity on a greensward in Southampton, N.Y., last week resembled a regulation polo match. The meaty thwock of a mallet hitting a polo ball punctuated the polite murmur of cultivated sideline conversation as a brightly uniformed player sped toward the goal. But one sound was missing: the thundering hoofbeats of the polo ponies. There was good reason. Instead of riding ponies, the players were astride a variety of bicycles, fiercely competing in a sport that is enjoying a rapid resurgence across the U.S.: bicycle polo...
...auction house, amid the deep carpets and the reverent murmur of bids, such prices are made to look like a belated homage to genius. In fact they are nothing of the kind. They represent a crass transformation of aesthetic experience into commodity. They stem from two iron rules of the market: 1) that as money devalues, it seeks to embody itself in commodities that seem more stable than bank notes or stock; 2) that a painting or sculpture has no "real" value at all. It is worth what some collector can be induced to pay for it, not a cent...
...believed that their Commencement (at the University that gave us napalm, Robert McNamara, McGeorge Bundy, William P. Bundy, John T. McNaughton, Leonard S. Unger, Henry A. Kissinger and a whole cast of infamous academies eager to discuss a brutal war in sterile, amoral phrases would pass quietly, without a murmur of antiwar protest...
Djilas depicts everyday life on both sides: slender Turkish girls enveloped in soft shadows and sly glances, the insistent murmur of garden streams in the background: hearty Serbs bathed in the rich sunlight that pours copiously on gleaming mountains. But the book's cumulative power lies in appalling battle details. Heads sail briskly from necks and are hoisted on pikes. A Montenegrin grabs a Turk's horse and tries frantically to kick a severed leg out of the stirrup. During a lunch break between bashing feet and smashing kidneys, an unforgettable father-son torture team laments the passing...