Word: opened
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...fate of the theater space is as of yet unknown. "Hunneman is marketing the space," but keeping its options open, George said...
...Falls, this Brigadoon, this Springfield, you see, is really Stepford--a place so sanitized there are no toilets or double beds, a people so insular they have never known what it's like to feel unprogrammed joy or lust or rage or bravery or intellectual adventure. When they finally open themselves to these emotions (by gazing at a Picasso or hearing Buddy Holly or spending the evening with a naughty girl from the '90s), the people of Pleasantville literally blush into color. They wear their passion on their shamed, fervent faces, on their clothes, like a scarlet letter...
These views are open to debate--a debate the film doesn't acknowledge. The ultimate irony of Pleasantville is that it is less a '60s movie than a '50s one; it has the didacticism and sentimentality of the serious Hollywood product of that earlier time. That one and this. Stretching credulity but never hedging a bet, Ross wants universal acceptance for his film, so he finally makes the town so endearing that one of the '90s kids decides to stay there. (Gee, wait till Mom finds out!) He hopes you will too. That's the difference between today's best...
...Brian. This, his beguiled readers could argue, demeans not O'Brian but the lists. To O'Brian loyalists--readers and re-readers, hangers-about on the O'Brian website, buyers of O'Brian calendars, dictionaries, three-cornered hats (a lie) and period foul-weather gear (another)--what might be open to dispute is whether to reserve, say, one slot high on a new "greatest" roster, or 18 or 20 places very close...
Picture this. Waiting for my TIME, I eagerly open my mailbox. I run into the house flipping pages as I go. Then the picture of Oprah, scarred from lashings, slaps me upside the head in "Oprah's Summer Dream." I throw it to the floor. I cannot go there. Not with this woman--not my beloved Oprah. I must. I force myself to look at Oprah's scars. I thought I understood. In Roots, I cried with Kizzy and adored Chicken George. But this is different. This is someone I really know. My soul knows her well...