Word: slaughtering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...leave you choking on Cuteness and clutching painfully at your wallet. To relieve ennui, try shopping in untraditional places; like Sanborn's Fish market near the Quincy Market. A sign outside advertises "Whale Steaks" but the man inside insists, "that's a lot of horseshit. We donot support the slaughter of whales!" Nothing like giving with your social conscience clear. Oh well, failing that, maybe someone you know would like to get a crate of lobsters for Christmas. And maybe the Post Office will get them there before July. And maybe I'm Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer...
...week long, a horrified world marveled at new details of the slaughter and new mysteries about Jones' cult. While the bodies swelled and rotted in the tropical sun, two U.S. military cargo planes flew in to bring back the remains to grieving relatives. At the same time, helicopters whirred over the jungles to search for survivors who were thought to be hiding from the cult. There were reports that the colony had been terrorized by Jones, who was rumored to be dying of cancer. Police found huge caches of illegal arms, ranging from automatic rifles to crossbows, but hundreds...
Jonestown has even been rivaled as a mass suicide. The Jewish Zealots defending the fortress of Masada against besieging Roman legions in A.D. 73 chose self-slaughter rather than submission; 960 men, women and children died. The event occupies a place of some reverence in Jewish memory and is not really comparable to Jonestown; the Zealots faced the prospect of slaughter or slavery, and their choice therefore possessed a certain passionate rationality. In the 17th century, Russian Orthodox dissenters called the Old Believers refused to accept liturgical reforms. Over a period of years some 20,000 peasants in protest abandoned...
...dominant color is black, with soldiers in leather, plebs in street clothes, patricians in velvet ankle-length robes. The stage is blocked out like those tunnel run ways through which cattle are prodded to slaughter. Terry Hands' hot-spirited direction makes 3½ hours pass like one, a daunting feat well worth emulation by directors who dawdle over the Bard till he turns tepid...
...play makes you think--after all, cultural disintegration and genocide are significant problems--but this play deadens any thought with its almost endless barrage of such problems. The half-minute of slaughter at the end doesn't reduce anything to manageable size--any solution gets lost in the debris. By the time the last Indian falls, even a plain sugar doughnut would have been more satisfying...