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...second portion of the movie, the plot assumes a sense of urgency when the crew saves a group of shipwrecked Serbians atempting to flee the Austrians presently ravishing their country. While at first the entourage resent the peasants' intrusion, they gradually develop a fascination and sympathetic affection for the newcomers. Disaster looms imminent, however, when an Austrian battleship accosts the liner demanding that it hand over the refugees. The closing scene where the passengers defiantly sing to the sounds of cannons fittingly foreshadows a century where man's destruction has often outdistanced his creativity...
...spent as a Pakistani immigrant in Britain, slurs and rejections have engendered an abiding bitterness. But the mask remains in place. "I keep it all inside," he explains. "I listen to the jokes about Indians and Pakistanis, and I laugh so as not to show my weakness. But I resent it. As a colored person here, you have to be different from what you are. You have to keep a cosmetic appearance...
...commercial for poise. Her boyfriend is a married marketing exec who calls her "Beauty"; her mother is a trail-blazing career woman (Jo Henderson) who thinks Jean Harris got a bum rap. Janie is an underemployed writer, short, sad-eyed and Jewish, with an attitude problem ("Know what I resent? Just about everything!") and a rather complacent identity crisis ("I very badly want to be someone else without going to the trouble of changing myself). Her boyfriend Marty (Chip Zien) is a kidney specialist who looks like a Muppet rabbi and calls Janie "Monkey." Her father (Stephen Pearlman...
...chopper in the middle of a soccer field held by the G.I.s. Henderson recalls that they were so startled at seeing a woman that one shouted, "This is amazing. Go get my camera." And how do most men handle the proximity of women in battle? Henderson thinks that many resent it. Says she: "We take away some of the glamour...
...alive today is more genuinely popular in America than Hockney. Certainly none has achieved such popularity with less compromise in the essential quality of his work. That work has its ups and downs, like any other oeuvre, but one would need a flint heart and a glass eye to resent Hockney's success. The bleached-blond thatch, the square face like that of a cubified owl, the schoolboy spectacles, the togs (blazers, cricket caps, candy-striped odd socks) that suggest the house captain of some imaginary...