Word: pinkness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...used for public safety employees in this state--the right to unionize is meaningless. And though the air traffic controllers present an easy target, being well-paid if overworked and subjected to ulcer-inspiring stress, they will be just the start. Before long, all public employees will be facing pink slips should-they dare to ask for more money (money Reagan must use to bloat the defense budget and the safes of oil companies), and with that precedent, it will soon be private-sector employees accused of tampering with national security. Hello, 1890s...
...store and have a look at the list of some 300 desired items, which include omelette and sauté pans, salt and pepper mills in natural wood, dishes for casseroles and soufflés, 24 champagne glasses, 18 highball tumblers, a dark green tablecloth and two shocking-pink lamps...
...deliberate, and no clumsiness that is not feigned? Between the early and the late '70s the scope of his vision and the resonance of his images deepened steadily; those phalanxes of knobby knees and boots like Uccello horseshoes, those bloodshot cyclopean eyes and gut piles of pink carcasses acquired, despite their comic-strip mannerisms of drawing, a degree of pessimism that verged on the tragic. Guston's Head and Bottle, 1975, with its profile of a face (a self-portrait?) violently compressed into an eye and a chin prickled with a bum's gray stubble, is absurd...
BLAKE EDWARDS, the ads tell us, is "the man who painted the panther pink," and put Ravel's Bolero on Billboard's Top Forty. Yet before reviving The Pink Panther, Edwards sired a series of flops that turned Hollywood against him. No longer able to make films on the West Coast, Edwards produced the Panther series in Europe. From the height of his knowledge about Tinsel Town, Edwards, with all credibility now restored, takes a pot shot at Hollywood--the angry gesture, it would seem, of a much maliened...
...film stands still. The specter of Julie Andrews baring her breasts on the Silver Screen can't keep a movie going for another hour. Focusing on a Farmer now independent of Hollywood, Edwards loses touch with the object of his satire. He resorts to silliness, the gimmicks that sustained Pink Panther films--destructive car chases, etc.--that are incongruous and pointless here...