Word: sentient
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...inflated and distorted by the three-M-Magnolia, Mammy, Mockingbird-school of Dixifiction. But the South is far more than a state of mind (though it is that too). Despite urban and industrial encroachment, it remains a largely rural land of spectacular beauty and prolific resources for recreation and sentient delight. The people who inhabit the region are physically as well as psychically bound close to its mountains and woods, lakes and streams and shores. They cherish its abundant yields and convivially share them. If life in the South seems to move more slowly than it does elsewhere...
...some kind of journey. And for Wofford, whose attitude has been much influenced by reading the memoirs of an Oglala chief (Black Elk Speaks), landscape ought not to be separated from the way American Indians perceived nature: as an assembly not of dead earth and dumb plants, but of sentient presences. Some of this comes through in paintings like Star-Weaver, with their panoramic veils and zigzags of light, their flecks of paint that suggest flowers, mica deposits or dust: a soft immanence, vulnerable and pantheistic. Unfortunately, Wofford overworks his paintings. The light stiffens into crusts of inert pigment...
...novel deriving from Rabbit's rapid observations, what he smells, and touches. As the world crowds Rabbit, Updike's precision grows accordingly, down to the news stories Harry sets in type. And, as sexual needs become franker (it is in sex that Rabbit's peers are as sentient as he), Updike's use of stream-of-consciousness is ecstatically successful, Janice's already-famous Molly Bloom jag vitally compresses an expository confession until it is touching in its revelation of character, and sexually provocative...
...Forsythe's Vladimir and Paul B. Price's Estragon. As the slave Lucky, Anthony Holland mimes with the aching dignity of a Marceau, though his master, Pozzo (Edward Winter) is a shade too Blimpish. This is Alan Schneider's finest piece of directing since Virginia Woolf-sentient, taut, sharp as the image in a jeweler's glass...
...maturity and sensuality. But Marianne Faithfull's Ophelia is remarkably affecting. She is ethereal, vulnerable, and in some strange way purer than the infancy of truth. Yet the granitic power and sweep of the film rest with Williamson. Here are antic wit, sly, sarcastic irony, erotic longings, a sentient intelligence that lights up thought like the sun at dawn...