Word: plinking
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Young Parent can barely wait to break out of Medford, Mass., during the late '50s. Outwardly he appears to have been quite ordinary: an altar boy who liked to plink at bottles with his .22-cal Mossberg. Yet his mind has been jump-started by books, especially Dante's The Divine Comedy. "It was not just the blood and gore," he tells a friendly parish priest, "but that the people in Hell seemed real; the ones in Purgatory and Paradise were wordy and unbelievable...
...ready for destiny's casting call. Writer-Director Paul Mazursky auditioned Molly for a crucial role in his film Tempest. "I came in, and Paul told me he was going to throw a penny at me for every dumb thing I said. Whatever I said, plink, he just kept tossing them. Pretty soon he was throwing nickels and quarters and dollars, and I just kept talking. When the interview was over, I reached down and gathered up all the money and put it in my pocket. He asked if he could have his money back, and I said...
...penny thrown in a fountain will make a soft plink, then sink to the bottom and lie there helping to clog the drains, nothing more...
...delirium tremens that cannot lose. Even Quix, the most artistic, to abuse an adjective, of video games conceals a destructive end. The player filling in the screen with colored boxes must ultimately succumb to the loneliness of electronic immolation. Video games create artless heroism. The heroes born with the plink of a quarter and the blink of a screen seek an inhuman, mechanical perfection that frustrates their humanity instead of fulfilling it. No enduring legend of the Round Table here; the top ten scores are erased each week. No Walter Mitty could emerge from this stultifying fantasy world. As Stendhal...
...accelerating waltz of death takes place against a gilded backdrop of a country villa, with the late summer afternoon plink and plonk of tennis matches offstage, and a snowbound resort hotel in the Dolomites. Mark Lamos, in his auspicious debut season as artistic director of the Hartford Stage Company, has boldly chosen to set his stage so sparely that some of the claustrophobic density of the drama is diluted. But he has distanced his characters from each other in their most intimate encounters so that what playgoers feel most acutely is the frosty chill around their dead souls...