Word: peeped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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From that preachy starting point, the film plunges into a peep show of questionable authenticity, poking its lenses through garden walls and desert shrubbery, suggesting much, proving little. The most chillingly persuasive sequences show the whipping of African natives who are for sale to Arab herdsmen, a raid on a caravan smuggling enslaved children from Chad to Saudi Arabia. Later a trader inspects a naked native woman as if she were horseflesh, coolly examining her teeth...
Drouillard and Graham had a key to the lock. They entered the shower room and stationed themselves at two peepholes in the door that gave them a view of the washroom and enabled them to peep over the toilet partitions. (There are two peepholes in this and several other washrooms in the area because two corroborating officers are required in such cases.) On that night the cops spotted Jenkins in a pay toilet with Andy Choka, 60, a Hungarian-born veteran of the U.S. Army who lives in Washington's Soldiers' Home. Jenkins' back partly obstructed...
...boyish conviction that these bored, civilized votaries of pleasure might be just the sort for a fun weekend, but no longer. Sagan's sidelong glance at the enigma of women, in Vadim's view, is no enigma at all. It is merely a nutty, naughty peep show...
...DAVID HOCKNEY, 27, looks as improbable as a figure in one of his own paintings. His fastback hair is peroxide blond, his eyes peep owlishly through black spectacles, and occasionally he sports a gold-lamé dinner jacket. Yorkshire-born Hockney's first one-man show in Manhattan was a sellout when it opened last week. His painting, a poetic blend of childish innocence and sophisticated whimsicality, is often dominated by an edgy displacement of figures in space. His bite is sharp in 16 etchings for The Rake's Progress, a series on his adventures in Manhattan, inspired...
...Your Father's Mustache in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. There, for $3, the nostalgiophile can sit back with a pitcher of Schlitz and have a look under the mellow light of Tiffany lamps at gilt-framed pictures of Civil War officers. Fellows feeling particularly risqué can peep at pictures of Gay Nineties showgirls; those feeling like a change of face can purchase a mustache for 50?. Young people feel a sense of release from the rapt silence that is derigueur at cool-jazz joints. Stag girls like the clubs because the wholesome entertainment reassures them that...