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...prefer the Yard where one night freshman year some friends and I began a makeshift Primal Scream, half-naked, more drunk on life than on someone’s moonshine, gleefully befriending everyone we traipsed past; the one where earlier this year I and others made fruit juice atop a wooden press that my friend had constructed beneath the oak trees; the Yard where one night this year a dance party paraded, fueled by hundreds of portable radios; or the Yard through which a ragtag bunch marched with a bizarre, colorful, 10-foot fabric cube in the first snowfall...
...same implied admonition: Get home before dark. Pinocchio, Bambi and Dumbo, for all their craft and wonder, were essentially horror films that exploited the separation anxiety that children felt on their first day of school. The noise you heard back then from kids in the theater was a primal scream...
What is Batman afraid of? What might give the moody masked millionaire the primal shakes? The answer-and it's an easy one if you stop to think about it-is bats. Those furry, whirry creatures traumatized little Bruce Wayne when he was a kid. He has other, more guilt-edged issues, involving his saintly parents, as well. When we first meet Bruce (Christian Bale) as a grownup, he has traveled far (to Asia) and fallen low (a Chinese prison) in an attempt to restore wellness to his troubled soul. Specifically, he joins up with a bunch of muscular moralists...
...this Primal Scream different from all the other Primal Screams? Well for one thing, I have been offered a ticket to the opening, midnight showing of “Star Wars: Episode III Revenge of the Sith” at Fenway. Under normal circumstances, as an avid sci-fi fan, I would love to be a part of this otherworldly event. Unfortunately, Episode III premieres the same night as Primal Scream, and so I had to give up my ticket. After all, Primal Scream is a tradition, and, to quote Tevye the Milkman, “without our traditions, life...
When I run Primal Scream—naked, sweaty and shrunken—I feel something similar. Here is an event where scrawny and studly, fat and misshapen, pock-marked and smooth, black and white can run together. We run not as isolated students, but as unique participants in an elite unit who have thrown social mores to the wind and let it all hang out. There is no public humiliation—the group protects the individuals. Primal Scream helped me realize the strength of community—and discovering that piece of veritas was certainly worth a frozen...