Word: slums
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DIED. HENRY ROTH, 89, author of the acclaimed 1934 novel Call It Sleep, about a Jewish immigrant boy's life in a New York City slum; in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Despite his youthful success, he failed to publish another novel for 60 years...
Which is where Sid's brothers--the Unstrung Heroes of this movie's title--come in. They live behind multilocked doors, surrounded by tons of old newspapers, in a downtown slum. Danny (Michael Richards of Seinfeld) is a wild-eyed, left-wing paranoid, certain that every knock on the door heralds the arrival of the FBI; Arthur (Maury Chaykin) is a soft-spoken collector of wedding-cake figures, snow domes and rubber balls that he teaches Steven to listen to, convinced the voices of the children who once bounced them still echo faintly inside...
...especially satisfying at games like ours at Wellesley last year. The immaculately groomed Wellesley players, in their perfectly pressed white (of course) uniforms, came out talking a big game against our rag-tag, culturally and ethnically diverse Cambridge team, peppering their trash talk with racial epithets and words like "slum kids." That didn't last long as our "slum kids" handed them their first loss of the season, a shut-out, and went on to beat them again to clinch the league championship...
Pasolini's violent murder in a Roman slum immortalized the artist. One critic referred to him as "St. Pier Paolo: Homosexual and Martyr," and most considered his final film, the bizarre and disturbing "Salo," strangely prophetic. It represents the enigmatic end of a tumultuous artistic career and, as Pasolini's 1959 novel proclaimed in its title, A Violent Life. "Mamma Roma" is far more typical than his last film, of the mix of politics and poetry, of ideology and of sentiment, which characterizes most of Pasolini's work. Its magnificent cinematography and superb acting make it a pleasure...
...bizarre non-sequiturs inserted into the lyrics, seemingly only for shock value. In the opening bars of the third track, "Heroine," Anderson sings, "She walks in beauty like the night/Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers/ Pornographic and tragic in black and white/ My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour." While some might deem this cacophony of metaphors poetic, the sheer blender-mixed quality disturbs the song's coherence. This choppiness makes it difficult the type of emotional kinship that seems to be the band's goal...