Word: shellful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Ford is amused by the tortoise-shell wastebasket that hangs from an armchair used by Grant. She is intrigued by two sewing tables from 1810 made by Duncan Phyfe. Small and elegant when closed, they sprout drawers and shelves like magic...
Nikolais creates dances with complex visual surfaces. To view one of his works a second time, it seems, wouldn't lead you more deeply into the piece, only let you take in more of its shell. Simply-structured choreography underlies Nikolais's dazzling surfaces. In Sanctum the eye is stunned by a painter's palette of light flickering over living massed forms--dancers bound in giant loops of fabric. Here Nikolais uses group unison, one of the most basic patterns in choreography. He matches simple movement phrases with blocks of time. Each dancer executes a phrase at the moment...
This history of World War II shell-and-pea games might have been merely an oversized gathering of spy stories. But there is far more seething below the surface of espionage and counterintelligence. According to British Journalist Anthony Cave Brown, the conflict was a looking-glass war whose cruel and brilliant espionage far outran the fabrications of le Carré and Eric Ambler...
...William calls it, as yet another abridgement of natural law. Resentment breeds a conviction: even though William and Neaera would much rather skulk on as victims, heroics are called for. When they learn that they have been sharing a common turtle fantasy, they bristle; privacy has become their shell, and it is not to be discarded lightly. Further shocks await them. They are appalled when the urge to free the turtles grows into a tidal compulsion. William complains: "Whatever this awful thing is that I've got myself into it's my thing...
...their victims. When Pasquale (Giancarlo Giannini) and his companion Francesco, deserters from the Italian army, are captured by the Germans and taken to a concentration camp, the greens and browns of the lush German countryside give way abruptly to stark grey and black. The camera pans chains of shell-shocked, pajama-clad prisoners, herded through this labyrinth of death by expressionless guards with drawn sub-machine guns and attack dogs. With Wagner's The Ride of the Valkyries punctuating its grisly movements, the camera catches sight of the grotesque forms of the hanged above the melee, pausing to observe...