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...Kabuki-styled operetta. It is audaciously ambitious and flagrantly pretentious. Pacific Overtures attempts to portray the Westernization of Japan after the arrival of Commodore Matthew Calbraith Perry's trade mission in 1853. The appearance of Perry's battleship is the evening's showstopper. First the prow with two baleful headlights looms in the dusk. Then, in accordion fashion, the rest of the ship spills into being like a black dragon. It is a breath-catching moment...
...stood at the ralling there was transmitted to his bones the awesome unalterable rhythm of the ocean. A while later the Roosevelt passed an incoming vessel packed to the railings with immigrants. Father watched the prow of the scaly broad-beamed vessel splash in the sea. Her decks were packed with people. Thousands of male heads in derbies. Thousands of female heads covered with shawls. It was a rag ship with a million dark eyes staring at him. Father, a normally resolute person, suddenly floundered in his soul. A weird despair seized him. The wind came...
Some guy got up to read his essay and lasted two minutes. The noise got louder and louder and he stood there lashed to the prow in the storm, blinking up into the lights. The beer cans began to fly again, raining in, just missing. He ended up in the corner standing confused, his big moment gone. "Show the fucking movie!" Soon after Curly was on the screen floundering in a tub while a fish flapped in his lap. Eighty minds clicked--half a dozen bodies stood up and hooted, shaking their fists in jeering excitement...
...seven towers are single units-the five center ones are cranked by hand-two men in each tower. Gravity is the thing. Rows of boats without tracks. They run like hell on cue. Boat No. 5 is always late-more weight on that one. The ghosts are in the prow. It's early Halloween to make that one work. Three of us run the show. There are two of me and the third runs the supers...
...pilot's eyes have changed; the world he sailed, all childish bravura, has grown more dark. Shall we pretend that his darkened seas are a harmless phantasy?...Alas, my friend, he's turned the Argo's prow to the void. We'll watch and wait, follow him into the darkness and through...