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...this sense, then, "[v]ulgar cultural nationalists...like Allan Bloom or Leonard Jeffrey...are whistling in the wind." Whether they falsely assert Anglo-American culture as universal (a la Bloom) or "lay claim to the ideal of 'blackness' as an ideology or a quasi religion, totalized and essentialized into a protofascist battering ram supervised by official thought police" (a la Jeffries), they fail to ready the young for the world they will face...
...fair's green themes seem more with-it. Hungary's folkish, quasi- ecclesiastical pavilion was built out of Hungarian lumber by an imported team of Hungarian carpenters; it has a solitary, mysterious-looking hydroponic oak tree growing inside. The Netherlands' eco-pavilion is exemplary, novel and fun. An open steel superstructure crisscrossed by escalators and ramps, this not-quite-a-building is wrapped, as if by a Whole Earth Christo, in perpetually waterlogged canvas netting, meant to cool the interior by 10 degrees or more. Expo '92, like the 1939 and 1964 world's fairs, also has its obligatory giant...
...seems free of general bitterness. Sure, he feels a little gypped out of M*A*S*H money ("I never got paid anything ((from the TV series)) -- anything"), but for all his visceral mistrust of Hollywood, he doesn't seem sour about his decade of reputation shrinkage and quasi-exile. After all, every few years he has been lucky enough to turn out something great. So what's to be bitter about? "There's not a film I've got made that I don't like," he says. "As far as my life and career go, and comebacks...
...beginning the film seems to have some promise. "sleepwalkers" are a dying breed--quasi-human reptile/cast who feed on the "life force" of helpless virgins, endearing themselves to their victims in order to facilitate the big kill. The only best capable of destroying them is the house cat, a fortuitously common animal in the King's fictional town...
Zora's Kitchen, although at times unnecessarily profane, is brazen and bold. It is a clever mockery of and quasi-investigation into age-old and contemporary questions--what does it mean to be an artist? a lover? or just a repressed asshole in the ad industry in New York in the '90s--all done with a healthy heaping of satire. You may go away horny, but you won't go away hungry...