Word: necks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...shadow, have a solidity that young Cezanne would emulate, along with the pasty, almost mortared paint that evokes their surfaces. His rolling waves, marbled with foam as solidly as a steak with fat, reappear on the other side of the Atlantic in Winslow Homer's seapieces at Prout's Neck in Maine. Picasso would do versions of the sleeping girls on the banks of the Seine. In fact, Courbet has always been a painter's painter, because the scope of his appetite could show others how not to be afraid of their own vulgarity. His career reminds us that great...
...world like a lost patrol of Blues Brothers. The result is only frustration and conflagration, as Negro churches, schools, shacks go up in flames. Anderson, a native Mississippian, knows how to talk to the natives: threaten the men, seduce the women. He will take a razor to the neck of Deputy Sheriff Pell (Brad Dourif). He will take flowers to Mrs. Pell (McDormand), who functions as the town's guilty conscience. Her husband ignores and abuses her; now she has the chance to shackle him in the handcuffs of her hatred...
...audience members. Packing in an audience to the point of cramped discomfort for such an intimate play is an oversight on the part of the producers and an insult to the members of the cast, who merit the public's support. But if you don't mind craning your neck to catch the one-liners of Simon's hit-and-miss script, make yourself at home at Brighton Beach Memoirs...
Denise has stick limbs now, and the spaces between her ribs are like furrows in a plowed field. Two tubes run from her nostrils down the back of her neck to a portable oxygen tank. She wakes up three to six times a night, and most nights Helen takes her into the bed she shares with her husband. "She's dwelling in the love," Helen says. "She's not going anywhere as long as she feels the love...
...considered booking two places in a local retirement home, events came along to remind me of my own mortality. First, my previously annoying little sister now sported a set of contact lenses, a bustline, a pair of car keys and a linebacker-boyfriend whose neck was larger than my thigh. One night while I sat watching David Letterman, my sister and her beau-immense stumbled into the house after a night...