Word: rotgut
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Janeiro. The five-mile crescent of Copacabana and the other Rio beaches blazed with the ritual candles of some 600,000 devotees of Brazil's fastest-growing cult: "spiritism." Altars were set up everywhere in the sand, heaped with fetishes and food offerings, bottles of beer and the rotgut alcohol known as cachaça. Around the altars, while drums pounded faster and faster, men, women and children danced and shouted, stomped and babbled. Yemanjá, goddess of the sea, was the special object of honor; poor families from Rio's slums and evening-clad nightclub patrons waded...
...another reason dictates the wise policy the Coop has chosen. To sell cheap liquor, a co-operative society apparently must put its own label on the goods. The repugnance of being served a hooker of Old Co-operative Rotgut is matched only by the nausea which would be a certain aftermath. Even supposing the Coop could stock a line of palatable intoxicants, one would still object to unfamiliar and untried brands. In opening a Budweiser, one knows what he is getting into. But who dares guess what would go into a Pale Bundy...
Defense. "Democrats imply that we are so scientifically poverty stricken and that our industrial machinery is so ramshackle that everything we are going to do in the next few years will be wrong and everything the Communists do will be right. This is rotgut thinking...
Torment is a pretty film because the boy breaks so cleanly with his past, because Caligula is a master beast, and because Miss Olsen drinks herself to death with brandy, rather than cheap rotgut. But the film never rises to a high level because the trio's, and most especially the boy's torment lacks both the moral depth of Joyce's Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man and the personal intensity of Anderson's Tea and Sympathy. The three are unhappy, but not convincingly miserable...
...feet of film, trenchantly photographed by Richard Bagley (The Quiet One). All this has been sensitively cut by Carl Lerner into a 65-minute movie that promises the safe delights of slumming but carries the, spectator into scenes that will sear his eyeballs like a splash of rotgut...